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living for

Returned as swallows
to the dawn –
where once
a golden shaft of wheat,
before the day
another song.

I wonder
will it sound as sweet
as melodies
I played of you –
before you came
to make them real.

Symphony of rust and weed –
sunlight knew
how you would feel.

Take me home
(I beg you please) –
ashes weighted at your side.
Solitude
you keep so well –
another day
burned into night.
Was there I held you,
whispered soft
of love I couldn’t know
would take
and leave me wondering
reasons (why we came)
to go –
on the way to us
from somewhere
yet to be.

There I’ll know you still –
these winds
will carry me.

. . .