Darkened streets lit only by the stars
lie silent as a corpse’s endless sleep.
Adrift upon the air, the subtle scent
of daffodils among the shadowed trees.
There in the night I stand with shuttered eyes,
Imagining their glory in the dawn.
And in this dream, a sudden spectral shade
near stops my heart, for I have recognised
that severed soul whose loss I still will mourn
when streets are dust, and stars faded away.
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