Past 3 O’Clock
Still, the moon like 
frost across the bedroom 
floor.
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Tonight
we find the language
we spoke as 
children
when our minds
were open
and our hearts 
young.
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We hold hope within us,
like a little house
swelling with light
in the darkness
of a late 
December evening.
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Awake,
listening to the gentle sounds
of those I love
sleeping 
nearby.
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The candle 
in the window has made
a halo in the frost.
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At one, two, three... nothing
Just the type of darkness
where memories are born.
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Every hour
you come back to me,
soundless as snow 
in the noiseless dark.
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Your ghost
passing in and out of the walls
as easy as you 
did my life.
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The mind falls quiet
and travels the earth,
the troubles 
of the world
impenetrable
beyond the darkened
bed.
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The world is still tonight,
the fields are white
and calm with 
loneliness.
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Let us be true to one another,
as best as we're able.