While drinking wine I glanced my wall
and saw a face that made me Pause.
Gleaming there upon the paint was a
glowing silhouette in the candles flame
~I wondered if he had a Name
Eyes are deep and sway in the light
The face is long and oddly delicate
Softly edges barely there yet leaving
lines that entrance my stare...
~I wonder if he knows I'm here
Watch and wait I think to myself
moving my eyes behind the glass.
It's not too late I say at last, leaning
forward and toward the past...
Whispering softly and into the deep
I asked him kindly... Did you leap?
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