When, ever
is there a place where darkness
fails to meet the light
or is it light which swaddles
the darkness?
Not an unyielding edge
but a blending of two marvels
in the twilight of
cool breezes as the day seems to fade
or the stillness of dawn
tip-toeing quietly
to wake you with only
her brilliance, never her siren's song
and So it is with love
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