As night closes in,
The moon holds shade of absence.
You, here no longer.
Rousing inception
The dawn steals your gentle breathes.
The cold of comfort.
You, here in my mind.
like a stranger in nowhere.
Leave to see again.
Even dogs eat crumbs,
from the master’s great table.
Love conquers the law.
Yes, the dead in Christ
shall rise on the trumpet boom
and even so, you.
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