In Night
Am I to live in mere recollection
And never see the sun again?
Am I to take my distant, dark orbit
And only be near with thought or pen?
The warmth of your laughter burns within
Which once ran the circuit of your smile
Returning for a time in your sparks of wit
The flame a memory of my cold sundial
Copyright © 2009 by C. P. Klapper
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