skating on the precipice of silence
a day that begins with softly falling snow ends with a slowly rising moon.
i walk down the driveway in the dark, and she sings to me.
inside, there is warmth and comfort food,
celebration and light.
i stand for a moment, dressed in moonlight and pearls
gazing up at that mona lisa smile.
she knows, as do i,
that the sun will rise all too soon.
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