Bemused Wonder
to sit in the darkroom of silence
trying to remember your name, your face
to gaze upon time's long ribbon of passing
and find the moment, when we became lovers
in another time, another place
to find dust-filled treasure in yesterday
where some of the faces quickly fade
others pause, as I visit in quiet
wondering what could have been having they stayed
to fall into the darkness filled with eyes,
staring in the distance, once known and caressed
if briefly, now a mirror held in the mind
filled with tarnished reflections of moments confessed
where the light left long ago and shadows retreated
to an empty dark of tomorrow's dawn
where faces form quietly on silent roads of sunsets
and leaf cluttered paths, we walked on
with bemused wonder, if our memories met
as they cross the cold separation of years I look upon
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