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PADMÉ'S PRAYER
Written by Robert Rhodes
At night I lie awake, alone, my love,
And think of you, adrift in your dark night,
And of a summer's day when, high above,
I saw the blackened moon dim heaven's light.
It slid like death, so chillingly precise,
And turned the clouds to smoke, the fields to dust,
While I stood silently, my skin like ice,
And wondered how so bright a star was lost.
As then, the world is cold with shadows now;
I wander as a ghost, you as a wraith.
Our dreams are smoke and dust, and yet somehow,
The shadow of your love renews my faith
That there will come the day, the hour divine,
When this, bright star, will pass–and you will shine.
Read this poem's companion piece, Anakin's Prayer.
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