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Sunset
drifts Eventide
across a narrowing hall
of the Sea
her own shadow
her own reflection
her own light
to follow
whose last cinder of breath
will fall into dream
o’er brink of the World
brook
be drawn our eyes
to thy voice
a caravan
of seemingly diverse chatter
but spellbinding
to our sanity
with wondrous reverie
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
Merry Christmas & A Happy 2020
‘tis not but
“that time of the year again”
when memory needs
reminding—
be it shar’d for all seasons—
a whisper of the heart
on all humanity—
till is spun to a snowflake
the Sun’s golden cocoon
and she flies away
as night
clouds
changelings
of Lower Heaven
who listen
to th’ eyes below
who speak
sometimes in moody wisps
sometimes in tears
till as ghosts
under the blue breath of Day
or the chandeliers of Night
they sleep
family time
oft rival siblings
armistice at dinner time
classical felines
loujen haxm'Yor 