In a whisper
Through my dreams
Though wild the night
And the seas they are murky

A soot covered lens
Traces the horizon
Searching there beyond
With a gaze too far and clouded.

Quiet is the beat
Of your inner pulsing star
The heat of its fire
Colliding with the blinded.

I see you.

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Jaymee is the creative director and writing force behind Beaux Cooper Media. She loves to collaborate with other writers and journalists across the genres. Jaymee lives on the beautiful coast of Rhode Island with her cat, Ada, and dog, Bean.

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