Conversation by Candlelight
for rick
Shadows stretch, catlike
draped across my ceiling.
Floating
past the Stygian
border of the moon.
Words and music, love.
Words and music.
Palinsong, lullaby,
the same deep water as you.
the difficulty
of the unique
is that they are.
Lost romantics
searching for ideals
that may not be.
Did we make them go away?
But these dreams,
once shared,
merge as one thought
and change to sleep.(yes, I know that third verse is all song titles by the Cure. However, none of the lyrics have been used herein.)