Dead of Night
golden sunsets, crimson dawns
rainbows, halos, we're reborn
within a sphere of shining light
in the warmth of dead of night...
invisible and yet too seen
feelings twisting in a beam
emerging from so long ago
into the present to now glow
warmly in the dead of night
silently while bringing light
bringing understanding too
remembering the love we two
share each time we interact
no longer something that we lack
overwhelmed and satisfied
by feelings we were once denied...
within a sphere of shining light
in the warmth of dead of night...
golden sunsets, crimson dawns
rainbows, halos, we're reborn
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