Friday, June 05, 2009



I ran with you, we collected them in a jar.

Together we gathered each glowing, living star.

Your recitations were quenched with a kiss,

And then I told you I have dreamed of this.

I have lived this moment before, in a dream.

, you whispered. I too. As though I seem --

We both looked at our lamp then. No shade

could ever have dimmed the fire we had made.

Yet, without a word you let them go. We knew.

Freedom was the thing for me and you.

© Ciprianowords Inc. 2009

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