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Saturday, July 25th, 2009 10:57 pm
I feel like  I'm dancing
waltzing under moonless skies

it's warm, so warm and safe and soft
under the spill of a million gathered stars

I could drift  here as if I'm dreaming
of the phantom perfect evening
the ghosts of might-have-beens

I can hear the trees rustle in the wind
counterpoint to all imagined melodies

I'm always ever waiting
for the party to begin

There are no chattering guests, no soft laughs
Just me and the quiet of a summer evening

Despite the rest, I can't escape the feeling that
there's something waiting here

and it sings like love
 
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