Sometimes when the moon
shines just bright enough
to light the crimson curtain
that hangs over my bed,
in my heart I think of you,
somewhere long away from me
in a pose suitable to stand
against the ravishes of space,
somewhere deep inside
I hear my heart beating
on that gentle night air
and I know
You are with me,
as I am with you,
alone in a mile of misshapen time.
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