November 19, 2013
The final drops of sunlight
Melt into the sea

Charcoal clouds are dissipating
Revealing stardust
And a ghostly moon

The angels sing
My nightmares away

Leaving sand throughout
My tangled hair
As the waves gently wash away
The red

The illusion
Of standing up
And I'm floating to
The moon

I'm covered in stardust
And I'm losing myself

Good Bye, young lover.

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