The mahogany clock strikes one,
And the silence of night sits stiller by the window's rift.
Heartbeats are my music, lulling but not
Letting me catch to a dream on which I might drift.
Threading and weaving my eyes shut at last.
In my realm, I can shed my opaque mask.
The shadows waltz around me, dancing out their grief
As lilies glance menacingly at their sleeping thief--
Selena--who peacefully takes to her task,
Guiding the moon on her ivory path.
Through my mind runs a lavender river,
That, through the frozen winter, shivers.
It breathes during time bestowed spring
When fairies are kept busy in their dancing rings.
One becomes two by the mahogany device,
And the silence cuts the river of dream and vice.
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