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Lost where ice-bright stars are flung,
Where roiling incense spices night,
Where wraiths are mist around the throat,
' Tis here where tears burn.

In velvet silence humming,
Sigh of gentle rumbling smile
That cross'd the gulf between us, stretch'd,
Returns now, leaves me cold.

Ache of inner, whispers night,
Desire and yearning yet unmet;
Still here, in realms of ugly dark,
Lie dreams of not-to-be.

His dawn be bright with sun so grand,
This heart of mine be voided;
Never will he know my silver
Bound inside his moonlight.

This poem only available on Lush Stories. If you are reading it elsewhere, it has been stolen.