He was a soul of old
a visitor in dreams
a knight on a horse
His white carriage borrowed
weighted down with his sadness
rescuing me to escape his own nightmare
Gentle, quiet … lost
in him I found myself
A kindred spirit
a pot of honesty
until my heart reached for his
Emotions unleashed
masking my own sorrow
searching for safety
Before he ran
disappearing like the morning dew
evaporating into the sun
And I
left
A shining pearl atop a leaf
furling in on myself
hiding from the light
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