A, 'Moth

After the flame of last night
goes out
and each is stirring in dreams and sleep
all waiting for
the beginning of dawns
new day
laying it past just,
the last face of tomorrow
and when you see
each other again
through the stained glass
freshly washed window
looking as new
as the very first time
and looking out
i am looking in their at you.

by James McLain

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