The flying-wind whispers
of our yesterday rides
and the sighs and the eyes
and the wandering through
our souls that sang magic
and the love and desire
we shared through changing seasons
and grasslands of laughter
and forests of bliss
are painted in the sunset skies
of our longing-tomorrow
forever-memories.
We were
and we were
and we were
so much more
than we ever imagined
and so many full-moons longer
than all those years ago,
and the sun and the wind and the rain
called us by name
and missed us in our separate times,
and celebrated with us
in our smile-times
but the oceans that
become as one
are wide
and our sighs
that bridge them
in finger-tip moments
in a rose-gold sky
and echo and dance and touch eyes
and advance and retire
over and over and over again,
are heavy
in our empty hearts
and our out-stretched arms
and we sink
wearing each other’s eyes
on each side of the ocean
into the dying of the sun.
(16 October 2011)
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