By Star of David
Date: 2006 Feb 01
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Everything dies, but you

They whisper of you
The trees, the wind, the sounds of the night
The darkness has engraved your name upon itself
And embraces me with its chill and emptiness
I tremble sometimes in the night
When the moon looms large and silent
And your arms are but the shadow of a ghost from times gone by
(January 23, 2005)