Our lives passed
Ever so briefly,
Two ships
Sailing in the night,
Where the hours
Felt like minutes,
The weeks like days.
Now as the sun wanes
At summer’s end,
Seasons fold
Into each other,
The cycle
Sings anew.
Gather while you can.
What remains
Of this love?
A handful of ashes
A cup of tears
Ready to be sowed,
For hope to rise
Again.
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The loving, the holding, the giving
The ambling, the travelling, the living.
The touching, the pausing, the musing
The kissing, the playing, the fusing.
The laughing, the crying, the healing
The dancing, the hoping, the feeling.
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Every day I sing anew
Awash in a field of dew
Stilled by excessive glee.
Every day I walk and gaze
Soaked in a buoyant haze
Feeding the flame of liberty.
Every day I wonder aloud
At life that flares so proud
Swelling the eager esprit.
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The silent hours
Love comes
Tumbling in
I stay transfixed
By the scent
That throbs within.
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Alexis