Sunday, June 12, 2005
It’s on nights like these,
when the lights flicker
and fade – creating
pools of haze against
a midnight sky,
that I remember.
For dew once
rose here,
beneath this
now still form.
It was when your eyes
became dark orbs
pooling beneath
starlit spaces, only to
rise and fall again.
Just like your breath
when you laughed.
 
This template is called "shattered pieces of my soul", a modification of "The Light : The Sound". (c) 2005 Daniel Josph Xhan. Use and modify at your own discretion.