Sunday, September 11, 2022

Desire waning

 Here I am 
Dreams unfurling
And there you are
A rain falling in the past
Here we come to the sounds of birds and dementia, our years of gold richly adorned with crowns of mistakes not yet forgiven 

This is a poem of mortality 
And this is a dream of wisdom 
It's all come full circle my love
I never had you and you never had me
It was all a dream, yes a dream
With stained glass circles and beams
Of light filtering through

Desire is still in me, but the fire is lower.

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