Your fingertips graze my eyelids,
lashes close onto skin engraved with you.
I am but lost to the sounds of whispers and truth.
Your fingertips caress rivulets down spines attached to bodies numb.
Numb becomes a hum drum song of repetitive annoyance.
Lossness becomes me at the edge of the day.
I drop down and fade into grey mists of yesterday’s longing.
Yesterday I longed to write and
saw my dream disappear with the night.
Today I reached for pen and mounted the stallion of paper and
penned how the night was lost with the day light.
How the student gained insight and how I, the young Jedi,
found faith in words once more.
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