I feel you withdrawing now,
If I look too closely
Tamyka Bell
Fading, growing dim
Like the sun at the end of the day.
You are beyond the horizon
And yet still you light my soul.
I can let go
Only because I know
You will return the next morning.
I am sure I will be blinded,
But somehow I am not.
As you slip below my line of sight,
Your memory burns clearly
In the night.
My dreams are safe
Because you found me.
19 August, 2004
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