High as the light of day
You're falling down across your lost highway…
You're falling down across your lost highway…
Your eyes get stung by the rays of the sinking sun
“Heart Is a Drum,” Beck
the South will glimpse you spring
& even summer
in the unfolding aperture of winter
promising warmer days
i pause walking across campus
turning my face to the sun
the warming rays denying the cool air
of midday in February
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you are hundreds of miles away
& i am no longer in your thoughts or heart
standing in the bright promise of longer daylight
i feel your hand slip into mine
these seasons of us shuttering my longings
like a dream or a photograph
the World will always glimpse me only you
winter spring summer fall
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