THE INTELLECTUAL VOID/SPRING 2001                                                                                                 ISSUE 2


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I come to my love as she sleeps. 
The moon is full and it shines through the open window like a beacon.  As she lies on the bed I gaze at her beauty, she is pale in the moonlight.
A goddess.


 
 

Her long black hair is spread out on her pillow framing the most angelic face I have ever seen. 
Her beauty has brought her much pain and scant pleasure in the past from those who have hurt her.  They have used her for their own pleasure and then cast her aside to weep...bitter tears of betrayal have stained her face too many times.

Never again will this happen, this night will be different. 

She has felt my presence and waits for me in the dark.  The lingering kisses of the morning have given me away, so it shall be for this night only, for I cannot stay in this world too long.  Here I am a phantom to most, the troubled see me as I walk, but think I am part of their living nightmare.  The blind sense my presence as I pass in the eternal darkness.
I gather her in my arms holding her tight in the moonlight and give her my boundless love.  She sleeps and in the light she will not remember me, but will be free for the first time in her life.
A kiss and then I fade away to watch over her for all time.
 

 

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