Why do some people
Find self-destruction
So romantic? Why do
I run to embrace death
When I am so terrified
Of it? Just a moment's
Contemplation of the
Stark realm obliviate is
Paralyzing, yet there
Lies imperforate peace
With contemplation of
Its dour welcome, to
Bury my face deep in
Its bosom ... dark,
Warm, soft, peaceful
Desuetude ... ruination.
Blue morning, bare foot on the garden grass,
wet dew between my toes as I make my
way amid misty plays that softly pass
through familiar words of days long gone by.
If I could save time goes through me rippling,
a breaking wave on lost dreams broken shore
dragging yesteryears sharp splinter, catching
me missing you as countless times before.
If in your imperforate life I placed
myself, would the mirrors sharp fractured shard
that returns to haunt, melt and be erased
and blessed sunshine’s beam complete my heart.
Or has time distorted dreams old and new
I know not, but today I’m missing you
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