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breath, death, eternities, journey, kiss, life, love, remembrance, resurrection, soul, spirit, time, truth
for what
was life becoming –
when for this one I yearned
a breath between forevers –
made sweet the souls
return
a kiss
I scarce remember
once cooled upon my lips –
saved into my being
as proof of love
like this
time rests
beneath the cedars –
and pulls against the moon
resolving all we dared
to touch –
yet leaving way
too soon
. . .
… us too soon
almost always…
The moon always shines again …