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Narcissus

I don't mean to importune But I can't help but notice How your eyes are set upon the path before your wandering feet I don't mean to be rude But I can't help but see you Staring at your faded reflection in the water as clouds wander by I don't mean to mimic you But every word, everything you do Just seems exactly like what I thought I was going to say But there's never enough time left in these days I don't mean... But that's ok if the leaves give you shelter from the sun and the rain Rest a while at the edge of yourself I mean, so long as you don't mind my presence, my faded voice It's just that all that echoes from your lips sounds like it bears repeating time again and again What's that? You're leaving? Don't leave me here with nothing but a shadow of time on the water and mirrors in sheets of white rain that bring little relief to my desert so dry in the shade of these tears that I've cried, phosphorescing in the lonely night. I thought that I'd found you The one who would lie at the edge of her own nothingness Until the roots of oblivion finally set in the soul And the hole there before her, brimmed over with water The hole would just prove to be what I've become And what she'd become, nothing more than a door into sunsets And daffodil tears in the morning would form on her lips as she finally knew who she was But no, you could never fulfill that fate After all, all the words that could fall from your lips I've already said over and over again to myself No, there's nothing you can say That hasn't been uttered once over again From my lips, now wet with dew And the tears of a flower As hour by hour The days end And so I turn into myself As I've always been turned She loves me Loves me not Petal By Petal

Copyright © | Year Posted 2005




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