Music

We spoke long into the night.
Hours of dreams, fantasies and hopes.
A wish for the future.
A smile at the past.

We turned the music on.
And hours of night faded
to minutes of morning.
And the past was past
and the future a welcome home
for our older minds.

We sat, listened, and spoke of nothing,
dreamed of nothing and wished for nothing.
We breathed in long
and breathed out longer.
And smiled as the music said
what our lips could not.
And the sun continued to rise.

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