And the night falls
On careless whispers
Warm blankets
And warm bodies

Soundly bathing
In moonlight showers
And a quiet sense
Of ruin

The fire had burnt
A hole in her heart
Yet still she heard
It beat

It told her
That the morning
Comes with tides
Of rebirth

The sun will bless
Her soul again
With a spark to
Ignite her breath

But for now
In the moon’s caress
She will be
Safe.

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