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In Dragoon with you

I cannot lose the images, though I try

still the memories of Dragoon imbue my mind

evenings beneath agave moons, full bloomed

the silhouetted century plant flowers

the day’s last light, the final sun shadows

our night hikes under Venus skies

signaled the fall, the bright blinking call

of night sweeping stars, and too the flashing,

the sparkling gold of our two souls

unearthed amid the giant stones

ancient, sacred through the ages

in the moments of truth

when love finds a home.

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