Meta Love

Muse, with calm adoration.
I feel warm thoughts narrowing
the empty miles between us;
endears my awakening,
in still dusky air;

When you think of me…
I think of you…

I see your ghost image,
standing in solitude
with eyes like pearls
glowing in a soft mist;

staring out through cold glass;
beyond city lights;
into the starry night.

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