Cut, as it was
from the fabric of my dreams.
The mystery swims forward...
With twilight in his eye,
it seems that at last all is to be revealed.
Passion beats and hope bursts forth...
It was the waiting that was painful.
It was the emptiness that burned.
It is the longing that burst...
So, forward wins out.
Truth being that there is nothing else,
but the promise that is you...
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