Even in the silence I hear your voice.
Every night in the darkness I see your face,
Elegiac in its dolefulness. Yet,
Each glance from your dark eyes warms my soul;
Enough to blush
Even as I dream.
Early light breaks and your memory, and the darkness,
Ease beneath the light-infused surface of wakefulness.
Eden passes away to harsh reality.
Every night in the darkness I see your face,
Elegiac in its dolefulness. Yet,
Each glance from your dark eyes warms my soul;
Enough to blush
Even as I dream.
Early light breaks and your memory, and the darkness,
Ease beneath the light-infused surface of wakefulness.
Eden passes away to harsh reality.
Photo: (2008-08-13) Downtown 0058_9_0
Originally uploaded by Joseph L. Harris (www.jlh-photo.com)
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