In the light of the evening star we longed to touch one another upon the cheek.
The wind made us tremble when running its fingers through our hair.
The moon was thrilled by the caress and flow of our secret, sacred heartspeak.Â
The laughter from without shifted the love within and a portion of our souls escaped.
To the air and from us those fleeing jesters moved like comets through the open sky.
And upon the evening star they connected; reflected…
Mine to your heart and yours to mine.
Muses Apart
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