Night has come again
and brought you to my door
i tell you plain
in this pale yellow corridor
years cannot be longer
than the days i’ve missed you
ah, my love, encircle me in your arms
and keep me there forever
well, as long as forever can last
days are shorter now that summer is past
and leaves scatter
in the dark avenue by the park
but in this room where i lead you
by the hand
past the mirror
tenderness has no end
and seasons hardly matter
turn off the last light, love
close the door
to the wind

michèle voltaire marcelin

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