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The edge of night is at my door -
Indigo and stars first-fledged
Rich and deep, like dancing sleep...
Both night and day, but blurry-edged
The moon amid its monthly change -
Not full, nor new - no less ablaze!
And seed to flower's nature's power:
Not end result but path of days.
From A to B, the scenery
Makes the travels - not end or start.
First page or last - the times is passed
Enjoying tales unfolding...
That's the author's art.
Two people love, but love's defined
Between them, where they touch and speak
We seek to know another's mind
The differences make us unique.
There's beauty in the inbetween,
A viewpoint made for empathy
And no-one's role is clearly seen
Like nuanced sexuality.
And this a fragment of the man
Who lives and breathes and makes to smile
The edge of night's part of the plan
We're proud to walk with you awhile.
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