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Sonnet XVI

A bolt of lightning flashes in the night.
We watch it strike the mountain far away.
Then morning slowly comes, and by midday,
The sun has bathed the earth in golden light.

We watch a daytime moon in summer white
Reflect the sun in subtle interplay
Of light and shade, and when it does not stay,
I’m sad to see it take departing flight.

As twilight falls, we start to fight. I weep.
I try to stop our pain, and yet you keep
Reproaching me for my past sins. Somehow,

I am precisely where you want me now.
Deep night descends on us, and soon you are
As cold and distant as the farthest star.

© 2000 Alice Park

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