The passing lantern leaves no light,
but eyes are windows to deep wells
where memory lives,
and passed lights dwell.
The moment you pass
will return us
to night.
There
is a light
that will never go out.
You lit it in every window in sight -
not a lamp in the window, just a glimpse,
a reflection of you.
The moment you pass
will return us to night.
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