as love’s sweet surrender calls
while the sun sets and evening falls.
Here we stand as time is stilled
by our warm embrace;
the world we knew is gone
left without a trace.
We are left to be swallowed
by shadows when they call,
left alone in our dreams
of love and sweet surrender.
3 October 2009
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