Windows that remember our faces
They let the cool air in
With a sense of subliminal mystery
All the unseen chatter
Settles like dwindling rain
Long is the night
Still cool and fraught with envy
As shadows crawl back into bed
Skin glistens in restless moonlight
Fingers move slowly as if clouds across sky
The anodized streets are impressionistic
Unapproached for fear of them disappearing
Have you ever seen freedom?
It may only exist inside of love
Fantasy is the unknown caller
Strident but ghost-like it moves
Straight through the ether
When the rain is over
Sleep comes with ease
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