in time of daffodils(who know
the goal of living is to grow)
forgetting why,remember how
in time of lilacs who proclaim
the aim of waking is to dream,
remember so(forgetting seem)
in time of roses(who amaze
our now and here with paradise)
forgetting if,remember yes
in time of all sweet things beyond
whatever mind may comprehend,
remember seek(forgetting find)
and in a mystery to be
(when time from time shall set us free)
forgetting me,remember me
12/11/2008
11/29/2008
I find the map and draw a straight line over rivers, farms, and state lines. The distance from A to where you'd (B)e. It's only finger lengths that I see. I touch the place where I'd find your face. My fingers in creases of distant dark places. I hang my coat up in the first bar. There is no peace that I've found so far. The laughter penetrates my silence as drunken men find flaws in science. Their words mostly noises. Ghosts with just voices. Your words in my memory are like music to me. And miles from where you are, I lay down on the cold ground and I.. I pray that something picks me up and sets me down in your warm heart (arms). After I've traveled so far, we'd set the fire to the third bar. We'd share each other like an island until exhausted close our eyelids. And dreaming pick up from the last place we left off. Your soft skin is weeping. A joy you can't keep in..
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