Cantilating from the bottom of
An ocean of emptiness
A void above and beyond scintillates
The beauty forlorn
Hiding herself from the pale sky
She sits in the shadow of her dreams
Holding onto every drop of firewater
She dances to the tunes of her inamorata
Winds play wicked games as candles
Quiver to breathe and burn
Some fish chase her path as she sneaks
To flower the nights of strangers sailing
Through the shire
Every moon brings a new story
A ripped wing
A forbidden fruit
And she sails on to another bitter sweet memory
The sun has gone to bed now
Her moon died in sleep tonight
As another sylph emanates from her womb
A forgotten melody plays again
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