The past is a guide;
A companion who leads you
Into the future
Crimson clouds hang low.
The day’s embers glow softly,
burning down to dusk.
I go to freeze on dark tides
I wake before three.
for another’s riches
The night air’s cold hand
reaches down and pulls my breath
in shards from my chest.
Waves, softly lapping
Dappled light wanders.
Across the lush, verdant grass
Drops of falling rain,
Waiting, outstretched tongue.
Desperately seeking my
Draped on an elm bough Branches dapple the sunlight That warms up my cat
Waves crash on the shore As uncounted grains of sand Sift through my fingers
Annulled at midnight This day destined to return In four years from now
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