A desert wind has swept across the plains
The moon is slipping by unnoticed again
A seed is stirring beneath the ground,
at the onset of the first rain
Which you wished upon this town
Our past is made of stars and rivers,
midnight kisses,
whiskey shivers
Traced in algae, silt and honey,
Always the mark the archer misses
Alight your love in a glass and drink it down
In your cells it will resound
Store it there for safekeeping
Watch over it while it lies sleeping
Don't let distance bring you down
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