i dreamed a picture
of an intangible
misty grey raincloud
with a warm wind
breathing upon its curves
in sync with the heartbeats
of the lovers meeting
under the gazebo below
and I, a tide
controlled by the moon
prayed to a silver star
unreachable and far
i toured through the night
in a stolen convertible car
i almost touched
the air in the space
between Cassiopeia
and the moon
I returned the car
too soon
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