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Monet Come with me, let us rekindle love – walk with me over bridges aglow while rivers magically glisten below. If you hold my hand, perhaps, we might spy a magpie perched from a snowy sky and as night stirs, then shifts from a full-swing soiree into muted memories of still life, I might fear darkness less than when I am alone and adrift. If you remember, the city lights are more beautiful when it rains softly, but a stormy night without you takes me by surprise every time. Tonight, let me be your Camille, allow me to inspire the artist in you, if for nothing more than conversation or passionate admiration. You and I can chase Pegasus, watch him gallop across mystical skies in motion, wings spanning our unabridged story in unison till we flow into flaxen dawn of illumination in golden-blues. Are you only an impression of yesterday's tearful adieu or more? Without you, my melancholy song will rise like smoke puffing from rooftop chimneys. In an enlightened city, I hear music from the spirited streets. It haunts me and still intensifies my desire for love. When you are gone, I can smile and even laugh sometimes, but I cannot hide the pale hues of sorrow in my eyes. My Monet visions of sunrise awakened by the warmth of your breath in whispers of morn will dull to grays when again, you go away. Tomorrow, I will be left to ponder my worth, my suffering, my vulnerabilities, all the colors of my world while I chase shadows in the sun, always searching for the perfect one – a balance of light and dark, of missing you too much and not enough. Chase your dreams while I chase time, infinite turmoil from a speared sky, and days will remember to turn to night. Even long after I die, skies above us will dance in starlight for someone else’s eyes. Until then, the perfect shadow may be my own next to yours, no matter the source of light. But as I learn to pace footsteps alone, reaching from a canvas brushed in strokes of my own light, like stars, I am loving you from afar. Written 7/19/20
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