January 1, 2013 § Leave a comment

Like is a body.
Like seems through
arches of a lych-gate –
there’s nothing to fear.

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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