© 2012 Steve King
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i saw
the rains had come
to chase the sun—
clouds
grey twilight wolves
moon is gathered in
the veil
starlight tarries
where it will
the shadows do come
home to me
and so the room is
empty no longer
no corner lit to
hold a dream
nor the very thought
of you
for long
this window
frames the perfect page
to save me the usual
thousand words
