When daylight rose
it chased the dark.
night is brought to a close
minimal embers leave a spark.
rinsing your visions peek
draining desires from you
nothings left of what you seek
'cept the opposing drops of dew.
but- you keep the vision live
with memories of the night
and the dance will surely thrive
when daylight takes its flight.
Del Cano 2004
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