belated

beyond
the edges of this world
She rises
high
again.

lifted
by silent song;
lifted, by
our love.

and as
night’s wonder
fades into her light,

magic grows
tantalizingly in might.

illusion fades and the darkness retreats
back
into dream,
and
desire.

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Originally published at http://thedeprevation.com on 08 January 2023.