The Left Column
Grow up,
Lover
   Roses at night
    still have a glow
      if there's light on 'em.

  The city at night
     has a hum
   like the sound of dancing pulsars.

    When I think of your face,
      the moonlight on your brow
 I know that Heaven is real
     and we are in it.

   Shine on Darkstar,
      brillient
    like the shimmer of appartment lights on the river.



Separation
is an
Illusion.