This shore of sunlight on
The slopes of evening,
This meeting of times:
Not day or night
Not today or tomorrowó
In a moment eternal, in a moment fume
Moments on this shore of lightó
The spark of lips
The clink of armsó
Our intimacies,
Not lies, not truths
Why should I secret this, why should I blame?
For what should I lie:
When in your ocean eyes
This eveningís sun shall set
The home shall find its sleep
And the traveler will walk his way
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