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Dandelion seeds

I awoke this morning
To the smallest whisper of your memory
The grey light in my eyes
Bringing your image just within my grasp
I closed them then, to the sorrow
All these many months I’ve tried to forget
Of knowing we are never returning
From an everlasting autumn
I fell asleep this evening
To an echo of your voice
The warm blackness behind my eyes
Bringing you just within my grasp
I struggled to hold onto a part of you
For fear you will never come whispering again
Knowing I awake to the eternal longing
For a never coming spring

– 2003 –