A Harmony
While smoke enshrouded us one crowded night,
Obscured by grey and ashy sea-breeze air,
Your face reflected flame and sparks took flight,
Eyes burnt-sienna, set a-dancing there.
Your voice stayed with me, wrapped by memory.
It played the deepest emerald melody,
To me, not quartet, but a symphony;
I only wished the music just for me.
Unknown to me, you heard my singing too,
And day by day sat listening to my song,
A quiet audience to me, running through
Each possibility, what could go wrong.
So many trials, our voices rang in tune.
But hope surmounts, beneath this glorious moon.
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