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ancient ways

of roads
the not so traveled
were signs we knew the way
illuminated crosses
of goodbye
silhouettes and arms
extended –
get for me a ride

I long for places
never made the map

breathed into existence
by the way you said
their names –
weathered lace
against my burning skin
told me once we’d travel
out beyond the light
but held onto –
lest heaven steal away

mark the place
was here we passed
chasing some old dream –
I’ve spent a lot of time
without your eyes
staring back
from dusty roads
creekbeds hidden now –
bridges passing over
sweet refrain

fate decided
three times four –
and worn along the crease
a place forgotten not
by strangers then

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