[Stephen Gerringer]

Shrouded in the velvet of night
I savor memories of loved ones long gone

Laughter and tears
passion and play
bubbles that burst
and be gone,
one by one,
until only I remain,
adrift on a cosmic sea.

Lonely it would be
and yet I contain untold universes within,
waiting to be born.

Each night
alone and the dark
I dream the world anew.

Good Morning!

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