Poem : It has been some time

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It has been some time

 

It has been some time, since we spoke in rhyme

my love;

 

And tonight I behold you anew

Burning with your adored endlessness

 

As reckless as the morning dew,

caressing the rose in its repose

 

Rising with the sun,

to be one,

descending with the rain,

 

Reborn in pain

torn in twain

driven insane;

 

Somewhere, out there,

within your vast domain,

when we unite

there is no day or night. 






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* From the collection Burnt Offerings 1996 


 

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