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Midnight Sun

by Richard Vince

My memory of you is as perfect as
The midnight Sun in whose light
I make my way home, to my life
Far away from you.

All I can do is hope that you
Remember me with that same smile
That is burned permanently
Onto my eyelids, so that I see it
Whenever I close my eyes.

The echoes of your voice drown out
Even the loudest sounds, as
The reflection of your eyes in my mind
Outshines the never setting Sun.
For me, the Sun will never set
On our brief encounter, our moment
Of purest wonder, as we danced
So gracefully to an unfamiliar melody.

You made what always felt like
A dream to me seem even more
Fantastical than I could have imagined...
But now I must return to
The cold, hard reality that is
Life without you.

I would count down the days
Until I see you again if I knew
What number to start from.

All I can do is wait for someday,
And hope that it appears soon,
And that we are indeed destined
At least to see one another again,
Even if the perfect motion of
Our dance remains a distant memory.

At least I was granted
A brief realisation of the dreams
So fundamental in me that
I forgot they are there, and they became
As natural as breathing.

I can only hope that you felt
As complete as I did when
We were one in pure beauty.

07/10/2002

Posted on 07/19/2002
Copyright © 2019 Richard Vince

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