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A Waterfall By Candlelight
E.W. Richardson
Sleep arrives, comforting and familiar
as a lovers body
beneath down quilts
on a winters night...
another year has come and gone,
another tally
on life's ledger...
another group of memories,
lovingly gathered and bound,
to be enjoyed on other days...
or perhaps, to color her dreams...
Where will her spirit
fly tonight
while its mortal shell
rests from the rigors
of the day?
Perhaps, somewhere exotic,
like a waterfall
illuminated by candlelight,
where she can bathe in its bubbling waters
and float on its song...
a deep melody
that bends the wind
and vibrates the ground...
a sound felt
rather than heard.
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