Re: The Gold of Our Time Together -- Poetry & Grace

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Date Posted: 02/ 7/09 9:05:33pm
Author: Leisa
Subject: Re: The Gold of Our Time Together
In reply to: Dimon 's message, "The Gold of Our Time Together" on 02/ 6/09 8:44:06pm

hmmm, is this a remodel? I am sure I have read it before, but I don't exactly remember every detail - seems like you were on the west coast when you penned this, no?

At any rate, good read Mike and good to have you back on board.

Leisa*)

>My love-thoughts fly out on wings
>not once,
>but every night our convergence seems holy
>by moon's oblique perfection
>and her grace of gravity.
>At the apex stroke,
>snare of grandest hope
>in the highest hour
>I shake my thinking things
>wolves into quiet dreams,
>streams of connections
>technicolor silhouettes;
>eyes that see-have always seen
>our moaning hopeful distress.
>
>My love-thoughts fly out on wings
>offered on the pain
>of regret
>of grace
>of all those memories
>we'd hoped to share...
>before you closed your home to the night.
>
>My love-thoughts fly out on wings
>in a haunting observance of quiet ritual
>while separate we go down
>into solitary forgetfulness or worse
>a convergence in a valley
>drowned in to-do's
>bound by gravity
>without a hope
>only an eye to see-have seen everything
>priorities stacked in containers
>across the tracks
>down by the reservoir.
>
>Sm.

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