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Moments lost in dreaming
Like love in slumber
What is meant to be
And what is
Diverge paths,
Wreathing sharp images
Of desire.
Fiery exchanges never
To be consummated
Though a rising fire
Governs wild and unquenched
And here we are
Again;
Each other's poetry
Like two grains of sand
Upon the same shore.
An older poem:
I lost you that day
On the shores of eternity.
You were engulfed by the sea;
Taken as its prisoner
I trembled as I looked on
Across the crescent of the moon
Your silhouette slipping away
Into the unbridled waves.
I lost you that night
To the fervor of the sea.
You left like a ship
Commanded by the stars
Into the Unknown, the uncertain.
Now I never go back
Gypsy Girl
Run, little girl
Run, become a woman now.
You are like a gypsy
Pregnant with fear
And loathing.
Your wrath towards the
World which outcast you
Grows in angry pangs,
Like a child's kick in the womb.
Yet, you have not yet
Given birth to your
Importunate sorrow.
I pray you do not
Carry the infant of
Your grief into this world,
And pierce my already
Quixotic dreams we dream
Weaving webs of love and sadness
Adrift in unimagined fields of fervor
Resistance is futile,
Though real;
Real like the love which
sails the seas unrequited and wasted.
The age of lyricism
Abates and dissolves
Into unspoken words;
Unadorned with poetic pasts,
corroded with impure verse,
swollen with weighted time.
Time is but a measure