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and one more
destiny filled
by the red crimson glow
of a place by the hearth
warmed me the same
as another
I wandered
to forget all I knew
I had known

like the sweet sons
and fathers
of every goodbye
so sure they were gathered
lessons for others
lay side by side
asleep now in dreams
of before

delicate chords
to silence lay claim
betrayal of truth written here
as anything less
than a sacred I will
as lips tasting still
every sigh –
every tear

ages to pass
as moments of treasure –
and who will be left
still to know
the way the sun
perched on the edge
of forever
held by a breath
letting go

. . .