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Samantha G Kennedy
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Date Posted: 10:43:02 01/17/03 Fri
His face, arranged dark and delicate
outlined by the walls of home,
embracing death like morning cuddles bird song,
so I kiss his crying pain,
and press myself into his heart,
He describes his favourite season,
with fingers casting shadows
on the ascending sun,
those dehydrated blue eyes of shameless
grief, swirl behind lashes;
Keep…dreaming.
He illustrates tomorrow
in the curl of his lips, and the
craving in his prose,
I heed his inner call
but fall, too far, to reach him.
How can these see-through hands
seize all he is?
So seep he does, and flow toward
the beauty of all else;
But I shall glide within the manuscript of reality
rotating the sheet to chapters, new,
And when daylight kisses dusk, I’ll discover him
a shaft of light, reclining on a rainbow sky,
Oh! I’ll aspire to all that he’s forgotten
delicately folding the page,
then seal it dry.
Then send it back to him, all that he has educated in me.
To he, that forgot, how to love himself.
S-G-K © 10/01/2003
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