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moments

forever now
eternities
waiting to become –
the same as moments
yesterdays
we were

quiet
on the meadow
as morning secrets burn
through the glass
as prisms
on your skin

stories
not pretending
tell of us somehow –
for years they’ll wonder
how it was
we knew

the moon
was surely watching –
as stardust on my breast
words I never heard
them sound
so sweet

life is come
and in the place
we’ve put aside
to keep –
sitting now in pieces –
as morning light
to love

. . .