Quiet words, silent on my tongue for so many years, slip off into this gentle honest night. Like ships disembarking onto unknown waters, they float into your silence and sail across the darkness between us. There is more that I long to share, more that I harbor in the slips of my pier, but they will wait for other tides. Not all can be revealed before sunrise. The moon means her light to cast a broad glow, a general sweep shine of truth, an accompaniment to the stars. The rest must go before the rays of the sun to determine their integrity, to compare their intensity to the ultimate night.
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