pines
are stretched beyond the fence
where almost
I’d forgotten
the place of dreams
a moment when I knew
of faith in everafter
even now
my heart is come
to sit the night
with all the stars
in view

named
for every passing
lines
across and back
blue the same as virgo
holy white

memories are gathered
for a time of sweet release
faces
unseen traces
of my past
swirls of day old coffee
await my coming round
dark is but a well
of wishes cast

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