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Figment on a Thread
I keep returning here
from another dream
knowing what’s
around every next corner
behind every next doorway
beneath every next footstep
but then the haze be sever’d
without tocsin
bleeds out the vision
evaporates its memory
till outside my sleep
a spark in distant time
bethinks that same place
where I’ve never been
or have I?
sometime else?
Always Today (from the Time Capsule)
should Tomorrow waylay thee
with whispers from my Heart
‘tis but an Echo
adrift upon our mystic orb
from Night’s other side
ne’er to be lost
Overlook
her face
beyond her maquillage
I listen
thru refrains of seasons
to her voices
an unfetter’d choir
ever-blending
ever-evolving
everlasting
I hope
at least
till my next call
Olden Love
another seasons of four
have we shar’d
be the fog
thicker
the sidewalks
more uneven
our thoughts
often lost in thought
yet whenever I feel
the lifelines
of thy fragile hand
with mine
‘tis yesterday’s light
I behold
in that fairest of faces
the way we were
some said rebellion
so unsound for some of us
just another phase
Love’s Legacy
have always been our spirits
as fancies my heart?
were then We there
at first season’s weaning
when yawn’d and stretch’d a microstar?
night with day to grace
and serenade glacial clouds
whose joy wept over thalassic plains
and bless’d loftiest peaks with child
from Eden
to her tributaries
to now?
so shall We be
though Time be drown’d
in Her foreverness
loujen haxm'Yor 