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Last updated: 05/20/2008 10:52 PM
A River in Spate

from a fringe of sun it flowed
the warm, singing brook,      
that lay hidden from view,
laved clean of reasons
the plains where we hid
and secretly played,
circling in a game
of endless fascinations
from guarded vantages,
we skipped our dance of voyeurs
kicking our heels to spark
those elusive promises
that rang into time
onto the breeze,
into gravity’s embrace
into the healing water that bathed feet
 
it was there that I left you,
where you remain today,
roaming a frieze of twilit memories,
that stretches beyond diurnal skies
stalking a scent
and glances cast to fate
tracing the tributaries
of our destiny, the ribbon,
puddles you ponder, their meanings
dyed in shades of my treason
 
in that timeless hour
Did you see me leave?
where was I, who brought you here?
behind you?, beside you?, before you?
or was the sun in your eyes
when I dove off that far stone,
sought the current’s respite
sinking fast, to the blank depths
weighted by empty convictions
leaving just a soundless message,
beneath the brook’s sunfilled songs
reflecting in the ripples,
my last exhalation
which was all you ever heard
and could never remember
 

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