I Will Cry For These Memories

I will cry for these memories–
and the flickering light that cast our dance in shadows.
How will you know me then?
By my eyes?
How will I know you then?
By your laughter?
How the hours chase each other like bees upon the flower.

I sought in the sky’s end
a star to guide me,
a spectral hand to offer mine.
A voice beckoned, “One does not equal one.
Turn this key’s secret to love’s chamber veiled.”

You who were hidden
as Ariel in the tree
then freed from your servitude–
evermore will I fly with thee.

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