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Dare I not to love you
as if you were twilight or centipede,
daylight or prose.
Moments flicker few
and far between
as slumber into sleep –
As jasper polished black
by worlds unknown
sparks to fly as evermore reclaimed.
Tis not for me to say aloud
as I loved you whole –
a secret stirred
between the heart and soul.
Dare I not repent my longing
to the eager page,
vacant but for lines I’ve worn away.
Awaiting this confession
of tomorrow’s loving winds –
scattered now
the seeds of yesterday.
Speak I not of passions spent –
I lived as love before
or worlds to come –
a past so few have seen.
I know you have.
and not for me to question why,
was not the first to come
and I to know.
Remembered as a promise
someone made to lie.
Dare I not to love as love defined –
the sea into a thimble,
breath into a briar –
strained to strength
none have known – but I.
I love you still
for murmurs passed
beyond this crystal realm –
as wisps of forest carried to the sea.
A tender flower blossoms
in secrets of the veil –
forever comes in place of destiny.
As I have loved you,
love me here,
as fragrance seeks the breeze
where none shall know my suffering
but onyx,
shale and bee.
A long way back
without the strength to know –
of wisdoms
unashamed to speak –
winter finds his love
in sheets
of sleet,
and snow …
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