Endless Touch of Grace

To be taken back to that night.
When darkness swallowed all things.

From the silent shadows emerged she,
Stepping out with poise, and music, and talk.

In a moment, I fell, piece by piece.
To be collected by a voice’s softness.

Hours passed as dreams, slowly savoured,
with a chilled, sweet air.

Now, beneath the heavy grey tears,
those moments struggle to be remembered.

All that remains is the odd flash,
and verse committed to fading paper.

To be taken back to that night;
To again feel the endless touch of grace.

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