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The night is frosted glass.
Daylight’s clouds - restless like my love -
and scattered wildly heretofore -
somehow made a pact
to nimbly rearrange themselves.
Congealing in this chilling autumn eve -
translucent -
the clouds have blended in with dusk,
obliterating stars. . . and even shadows.
Luna, sad like me, 
cannot transmit her moonlight
to cheer me.

Oh, to be again - bedeviled!
To see your unique come-hither smile;
to hear the sound of honey in your voice;
to feel that splendid tingle within me
as you shine your gorgeous eyes -
radiant upon me!
Where are you now, my love -
my sweet, alluring boy?
And where are the stars 
that blazed for me within your eyes?
Where is the crystal nightfall 
of my fondest dream?

Oh, to feel again. . . enraptured!
But not even the smallest gleam 
of you remains.
And not even Goddess Moon
can penetrate
this deep abiding gloom.

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