Wednesday, November 2, 2016

Whatever Valentine

In whatever is subject
To the illness of time
In whatever is torn
From flesh in passing
In whatever is lost
In what is lasting
There is still one garden
I would like to walk in
One ocean I would like to swim in
One ceremony I would like to see
The sun lifting again
From the altar of the horizon
And you coming toward me
Like Lazarus at Bethany
To coax me from the dead

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