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You dance into my dreams again 
uninvited, 
angel or apparition 
or both, 
queen of my semi-wakefulness, 
smile like holiday lights 
laugh like wind chimes, 
skirt full and billowing, 
parachuting you back to earth 
as you prance and leap about, 
ephemeral 
yet memorable 
as that last goodnight kiss, 
but like then you won’t 
come to me and be still, 
sit on the edge of my bed, 
recline in my chair, 
perch on the window ledge, 
you keep moving, moving 
always out of reach 
as I lie paralyzed, 
then you are gone, 
and I await your next 
impulse to visit, 
or do I 
keep conjuring 
you?

Dancing in the Dark