Tuesday, November 15, 2011
Three Years
Since you left me behind
I have traveled so far.
I did not find you, only
slightly softer places to be.
A cloud near the moon, a
ladder of sunlight, a crystal
shower of stars, a turtle's
secret place by the sound
of a strange turquoise sea.
In a dream, we waltzed over
a golden meadow. You told me,
"One day, my love, you will come
to me and we shall dance on the moon."
Tuesday, November 1, 2011
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