A gust of wind
Came rushing out to me
As I closed my eyes
On a moonlit porch
You smiled at me
Through a darkness
I did not want to see
I didn't choose
To turn this stone
And find the baby sun
Lurking underneath
I didn't choose
I close my eyes
And give myself up
To the tides
I'd rather you left
The way you came in
For there are ghosts
Under my bed that gloat
That wait to creep out
And sully my dreams
Of the way your smile
Lit my little porch up
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