yet one!
and nothing more
I cannot clearly think
of days past and the happiness
no more
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yet one!
and nothing more
I cannot clearly think
of days past and the happiness
no more
no more,
I settle down
no skipping to the grave,
a tertiary shrub between
movements.
movements
the most minute
are often like earthquakes
when we are longing to be touched
do it
i like that ending
do it,
break from the warmth;
cold flares within your veins
as you stride the midnight tile
for grapes
for grapes
are for the wine,
a yellow rose a kiss,
how I miss those cherry blossoms
falling
falling
leaves have found me,
lifted arms welcoming--
i wait, i stand, till they drench me
in gold....
in gold
your feathers dipped
now drying in the sun
and though you look away from me
I know
I know
it's not the end
of the world, and the earth
will not crash and fall, but I can
see it.
see it,
the reflection
of my words, tapestry,
you are always there, thread of fire,
heartbeat
heartbeat
stops and waits, thoughts
part, a single tear hangs
unsure, senses have long been gone.
what now?
what now?
the beginning
is proven, so they say,
the infinite laid to rest, Ah!—
sweet dreams
sweet dreams
jangled in the
caverns of sleep, hallow
bellows settled as he awoke
glaring.
glaring
into morning,
invisible pieces
of another dream, silken tulle
of time
of time
we all have sense
yet we often forget
when time is up and we have to
go home.
go home
he ordered me
and don't forget your smile,
your scent, or your voice ringing in
my ears