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of ache –
I’ve no memory
but for love remaining still
beyond this night
what sorrows shall persist
as shadows on the coming back
of all I know is true –
life is more than
names we wore –
tis moments known
of bliss

living goes
the ways of death –
tho some things never change
the autumn night
weaves flannel
on my heart
spring is written
every place –
my feet are turning green
as dandelions blowing
in the yard

were heaven need
of time or place –
I knew of you this way
where passions still –
a touch would bring me ’round
across the great dividing
beyond the evening
storm –
awaiting me
a moment to be

. . .