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Towards the dying haze, the glow subsiding,
Across vast lakes, the setting sun.
Beneath the dark canvas, the moonlight shining.
Within great waves, the emotion rising.
Through the wide eyes of midnight,
rising up strong from so deep inside,
comes the yearning for the sweetest child.
Born from such eloquent beauty,
as none before this day had seen,
her form alike an angel, and brightest dream.
Throughout the scented air, the candescent
flame.
Drawn forth desire, as is heard her name.
Unbound the passion, the breathless night.
Aloft highest peaks, the world in flight.
Insight of the white shores of heaven,
approaching fast from the lake of tears,
drowned in the embrasure of a kiss.
Rebirth at the heights of paradise,
as such as the heart had never felt,
peace and warmth, that from only her is dealt.
Now alone you remain, the fire dulling.
Gone has the angel, and your thoughts of heaven.
But paradise regained can be found again,
Since you had seen the white shores of heaven..
(c)2001 Luvadea DeMortessa