Sometimes, at night
he would spy a star that shone so bright
he imagined it was her
and in imagining, it was as if it were

and even through the distance
of time and space, a grace
would then descend
for their love would never end

no matter what others might say
and he knew that there would come a day
when in searching, he would find
his love and then his peace of mind

would be complete
as the endless waves that still repeat
in rhythm and in motion
recreating even oceans

that were here before the fall
of all
they knew…


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