February 26th, 2011
After chilling shakes.
Long thinking
After hope one takes.
Imagining all the feelings left unfelt
All the words that needn't been dealt.
The divisions of inevitable conflict
The embraces of indelible connection.
The past's dulled hues
Once vibrant and confusing.
The gifts to bring
Another, freeing me.
Selective is envisioned remembering
Containing all the joy
And none of the sorrow
Of a future not touched,
The coming day shrouded
In night to find
Never this sun to rise,
Twilight, the moon, shines
Hope of love's reprise.
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