Dark Musings, a draft
A long slumbering low
Beneath the eucalyptus
Time sat aside the beyond
Weathered in the great divide
Of consciousness and dream
Dancing quietly to no sound
Entering her mind at 2AM with
Dogs reluctantly rousing
The nocturnal birds hunt
She rolled into the mist
Risen between love and desire
And she heard his voice whisper
Underneath a southern moon
Igniting their path into light
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