John McCullagh October 28, 2008
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It is evening …


Daylight distractions becoming obscured –

Thoughts being channeled irreversibly

Towards past times spent with you

 

Explosions of memory appearing vividly

Then shattering

Only to be replaced by another.

 

I welcome night …

Where I – held by circumstance

Can move t’ween time and space

And dream of things

That might have been, if I,

Not driven by a need to know

Had looked and knowing

As I do now, grabbed and held

That which I perceived then

But did not understand

 

To be as one with you.

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