The Intrusion Of Light
T Tom Billsborough
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No-one holds the crystal dream,
Who breathes upon the sunlit film of water.
Since your stippled face dissolves
And ripple by each ripple, your sweet voice
now falters into silence,
Where once was eloquence.
A single touch will make you disappear.
As reticence colludes to douse my sight
And wakeful shadows now intrude
As if the copper circuit of the light
Had switched my consciousness
And you resume below the film
Your world of nothingness.
O, day's ironic curtain closing out the night!
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