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in the flush of first love

but back to right now
where I am
here at the world's end

it was a December night
so cold and clear
the air felt like the air of the moon

she had also been looking at the sky and the clouds all day
not just glancing
but stopping and standing and staring
as if it were on a movie screen

I believed my mind was clean
my ambitions were undefined
I assumed I would make my own way in the world

the forest colours smudged together
the sky was darkening into the colour of a deep clean lake
the last magic light of the fallen sun
cut through the petals in tropical purple brilliance

the day just wouldn't quit
I was being swept down a river of grace and wonder
the weather turned dry and crisp with Indian summer sparkle

we watched the sky silently
as though a gentle wind was blowing through our minds
my heart was beating irregularly
I couldn't imagine a world without her

we stare into each others eyes
with all the intensity of two people in the flush of first love

the darkened sky is becoming a warm river
flowing over the skin
the amplified sound of the moon
it is summer in mid-winter

you're a part of the world
as much as glaciers
and mallard ducks
you were meant to exist

in my dreams we'll be married
each of us reaching a new world once again
I'll always be dreaming of you
and maybe you of me

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