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Come, love, we must journey home…
bid farewell to yesterday’s dead sun.
For storm clouds have gathered to slice the moon;
we must go before these arid sands of misfit time
ceases to flow.
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I cannot add another hour love…
for seconds break not only the day,
but steals the ease from my spirit.
I have no more goose-like tears to feed the jester,
and because this is so love…we must part.
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Walk close… let our footsteps fall as one,
leaving primrose stained impressions,
 like un-framed wisps of art.
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Come love… we’ll trace the moon back to the stars,
infecting minds with the scent of insanity
as the moment mourns the loss
of our departing silhouette.
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Alas, we’ll return one day, at another time
and space beneath a blue moon’s dawning
We leave with no wounds or no regret love…
there’s no need to say good-bye.
 
 

 

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