Shining
mirrored windows in your direction
taking their time to mist my eyes
stealing moments from your reflection
holding my breath and enlisting my sighs:
i feel your soul rising through the mist -
to meet me of old, and waiting to be kissed.
Copyright © Luke Kenneth Casson Leighton | Year Posted 2006
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