In an Evening of Star

Dancingly dreamy words ensnare. I go to them and then I come from them. I visit them and then I leave, remembering energy and strength, I look for the strength that there is left. It corrects me, it guides me to the oneness of decision. And I saw my sense of you in shadow. Our eyes loved in an evening of star. And then you left but you had stayed anyway. I remembered. I tried to enter the moment and indeed become my own moment in time, in this time of my living. I could not be a stranger although I may not have visited this place before, or for a long time, perhaps since childhood. And I saw that I had been magnetised somehow, for you to have this attraction for me. And I wondered, as the time left, and left me alone in my truth. And yet I question the meaning and the reason why. And I ask myself for comfort. And in shadow again, I see not my sense of you. You have travelled somewheree, from some part of my feeling. Yet my feeling is warm in its memory. It does not betray you. Love trips out as it trips off of the tongue. It walks in disguise. There is fear in today sometimes, within its expression. It will be true to be true and it will be real to be real. It will not deceive. And love will not remain in shadow, as eyes will search and seek and hypnotise. And I recall now that you did not remain in shadow, with my sense of you in an evening of star.