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someone thought
they heard my sigh
above the songbirds streaming
– felt my tears
e’en when
I couldn’t cry

for such as love –
I died one day
in arms
the same embrace as mine
fields of green –
a place where still I lay

some believe
my faith is kept
apart from this confession
– dancing round
an ancient flame
amid the wingeds

a story told
of lifetimes missed –
an evening sun where I remain –
a promise pressed
into the sweet
of moments
without name

. . .