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of places
they know you –
I so rarely go
for fear
they might mention
your name
and stand around
talking –
while dinner gets cold
lulled by the fusion
of luna to flame
by fate’s
intervention –
the illusion of time
– and clothes I don’t wear
anymore
dreams
are made less
by the way they must sound
when told by another
we knew
from before
when nights
glowed fluorescent
with stardust as dew
a faraway presence –
of light
shining through
will see me in ways
I’ve forgotten to be –
held by a smile
on its way back
to you
. . .
Last lullaby for my night, thank you 🙂
Thank you, my precious friend. ❤
O!! One of my favorites. I feel it ultimately in the core of you and me.
I’m not sure, but I’m thinking the core is of the same stuff……….love and muck! 🙂
I believe so.
Swept away by your amazingly lovely words! Awesome poem!
O, Wendell………..I am swept away by your kindness (and your light)……