In the silence of the night
When sleep burrows the soil of the mind
There comes a slithering
Memories crawling to the surface
The light of a past
Pervades the darkness that should be sleep
The fleeting glimpse of a smile
Dances across down-turned eyelids
And limbs lightly pulse
At a memory of a long-past tune
This is when I miss you most
In the gentle whisper of the wind
When nothing seems to stir
But the cold embrace of the floating moon
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