their voices spilling
through open windows, doorways
and empty foyers
their subtle hoaxes
twist entwined and overlooked
by the hidden truths
and their precious pearls
hanging around beaten necks
have lost their lustre
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their voices spilling
through open windows, doorways
and empty foyers
their subtle hoaxes
twist entwined and overlooked
by the hidden truths
and their precious pearls
hanging around beaten necks
have lost their lustre
as the music fades
the dwimmer of gentle lights
flood our thirsty eyes
we follow the guides
our dreams resplendent and bright
our whispered plans bare
but as they darken
sinking soft below the sands
holding dust we cry
once radiant smiles
self deprecate and conceal
the tiny embers
their words turn bitter
tasting the shortening days
and leftover scraps
yet our hands are warm
although worn and rough, still strong
and still our embrace
midnight fairy lights
reflect in a tear-blurred lens
the moon is sorrow
her sharp frosted breath
blows a cumulus nimbus
that soon stratifies
then it’s time to leave
her embrace checked by minutes
fading through seconds