i stood at a stone gate--beyond it,
a city
blushed in moonlight.
its wide avenues
brushed by moonlight.
its spires, its monuments
touched by moonlight.
its center, a fountain,
engulfed by moonlight,
light-washed, cool light,
even the depths
sparkling
like a diamond.
i thought
i walked
the avenues,
plunged
my hands, my face
into its waters.
but the moonlight was
a chimera;
i touched only
the stone of the gate;
i felt only
the raw warmth
of my own hand
against stone.
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