~*~Poetry~*~Kisses in the Night.Down filled comforter, soft black velvet pulled tight under my chin. Whispered breath slows, eyes are shut, minds are open. And who is it that calls her silent song? T'is the wind, carressing the window pane so sleek. Shadows become great Castles, Teddy Bears, valient Knights. Clock ticks off the minutes, crickets chirrup in time, the only ears to hear the Moon rise. A dream kisses my lips with tender familiarity, and it is Twilight who kisses the Night. The Nights Rose.Moonlight cast on my thirsty paper my pen quenching insatiable needs. Her mysteries are veiled to me so close to me unknown to me. Stars, efervescent and alive with dreams each one contains a million words I do not know. Cool breezes tempt me, taunt me with an unseen touch gently sweeping down from a shadow of a tree. I give myself as many others before me have, and am taken reluctantly as the Night unfolds to me like an ageless rose may do. 
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