Everytime I read you, my heart
beats in your beating, reaching, to tenderness,
as leaves hold perpetually autumn breathing.
Revolve, in my soul, you emerge.
I remember not, you as you were,
far off, years overlap too much,
farther on, winters are coming.
Through your eyes, everything, occupying.
So that I hear you, from far away
clouds are scudding, against a blue heart
of the halcyon sea, gulls are cutting winds
to absense, your eyes shed your voice, over me.
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