some nights
you haunt my dreams
unblemished and golden
like all the things
you cannot become again
like all the days
we could not hold,
like all the nights
we could not share.
yet in beauty we
became,
ever the more,
never the less;
with stealth and force
and longing.
some nights
i lie awake
dreaming
in latin.
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i would have rather written a poem o' St Patty today but i ran out of time, energy and words. So i borrowed last week's lunch time rant. it kinda grows on me - like lichen.
ReplyDeleteI like "ever the more, never the less." I like the rhyme-contrary meaning juxtaposition.
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