22 November 2005
I thought I was supposed to feel
A great deal more than what I do
The sun has set
The rosy glow receded long ago
Slate replaced the passionate
Array of heather-cloud embers
Moon and stars gently grace
The night sky
Dark as pitch and blacker yet
Still
Your grace abounds
Passionate or passionless
You remain
The same
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