You seem absent tonight
and I miss the flight
that you and I create
so I wonder and ponder
if something that I said
might be holding you at bay
even while I tell myself
that you have a life beyond
the interplay of you and I

but your absence is a mystery
that brings desire to the fore
for I know so little
of the life you lead
beyond the endless magic
of the fantasy we share

yet it seems this fantasy
runs deep between the two
this me and then this you
ethereal, its infinite delight

creating light between
the darkness of each night
and the glow that morning
seems to bring
as each eve of our imagining
becomes the dream
of every dawn's tomorrow

and it seems the beauty
of the willow weeps right now
while I feel helpless and unable
to keep the magic flowing
all alone . . .


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