It is long past the
Forsaken hour of midnight,
I lie against my pillows
As sleep eludes my eyes.
I read aloud thy verses and
The walls my voices mime.
I wait restless for thee
To share my solitude tonight.
Your footsteps sound against
The glacial stones outside
An ethereal being now stands
At my chamber doors open wide.
Is it sleep or intoxication
That obscures my sight?
I peer at thy unearthly presence
While against my will I fight.
My hands stretched out, long to
Hold thee in their own right,
But instead I am falling, falling back
Into a dreamy ravine.
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