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a length of thread
worn golden here –
laced and stitched
and braided
as endless as the summers
gone before
were truths
already taken –
lie awake
we come again
backwards into falling
morning dreams
are hastened
by the twilight –
frosted with the dew
a fleeting kiss
where breath forgot to take
our name as taste
to autumn lips –
nights we lingered so
above the place
remembered
to our soul
caught in spells
of once I was –
and begged me not to go
beyond the break
of love
into a word I couldn’t say –
a time we passed
along and still
looking for today
a fortune green
of four leaf kind
stars betrayed our realm
crossed and back
returning
to begin
. . .
tornadoday 