A stream of light cuts through the night
Reflected outline sways
Electric sheen a mirrored beam
That takes me into day
I know that now that fantasy’s gone,
Don’t make it stay away,
Please tell me it’s not just a prop,
this clarity will never stop,
That shadows won’t come today;
No shadows here today.
But it’s just me, that I can see,
In backlit windowed haze,
Though sometimes there, an image shared,
may just be there for me;
may just be there for you;
may just be there for me.
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