Under the coming promise of velvet night
Reality lets cautiously loose
As sunset's frail wings
Neatly clasp to the ocean's, firm
In union, perfection, collaboration
As if any old sunset would do.
Rival evenings, lost from memory
If either eye saw more beauty
Pale now, paler still
Holding soft hand to strong
At sunset's iridescent cue
Every star lets its dance begin
Under the looming curfew of dawn
Stand beside me, dance with me, too.
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