Wednesday, April 11, 2012

The ghost of something yet to come

On the couch this morning
I thought I caught a whiff
Sweet, like a memory
Was it like a specter 
Haunting my broken heart?
But no malice from this;
Instead, peace flooded me
Desire to see you
To be near once again
To share our hearts and minds
Like we've known each other 
Since the oceans first crashed
And the stars first twinkled
Or like we could talk 'til
The last wind sighed a breeze
Or the mountains fell down 
Into the still waters
And all the world was dead
Except the fire in us
Lighting the earth anew
Like a torch from heaven. 
I open my closed eyes
Return from memory
And treasure this feeling. 

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