TheFeatheredSleep – Love remains
It’s not the point or purpose
Making yourself in the image of
Something temporal
Perfect lives
In the ragged hem
Not the seamstress who knows by default
The straight line
We are
Twice turned around the earth
From that first time
I beheld you then
As I saw my own reflection
And all that was lost within me
Fell away as debris
A shining soul
So often tormented by the world’s love
Of tarnish
Easily we fell again and again
Against sharp corners and places unfit
Only in the surround of one another
A measure of peace
Never something easy to describe
To others it may appear
Dull and ordinary
Not worth adjective
And as I hold you near me in blackening night
Feeling age settle like freed dust
The ache of what could have been and what was not
Has less power in this soft reverie
Where consolidation is…
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