January 1, 2013 § Leave a comment
Like is a body.
Like seems through
arches of a lych-gate –
there’s nothing to fear.
Here.
I kept wishing on a star; turns
out it was really a planet.
I watched her wander far; burns
etched from a tracking compass.
Slight windy breaths
sleep upon my lungs.
Mettled days beneath
her dreaming lids.
A course to follow,
if only I could rest
the peace of seeing her.
This way.
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