Love life
November 17th 2007 09:13
For Bruce Dawe
Love life; love spring; love the scent of jasmine.
Presences present; and then, all that is
Becomes; spring is the scent of jasmine; past;
My heart aches every spring, but it is gone;
Every spring I ache for every last spring,
Until all I want to feel is that ache.
I miss a lot of moments; they become
The memory that pulls at my heart; tears
Do not retrieve that spring; they let doves fly
And open up a chasm for me; deep
So I can tell my heart, my ache, my spring
That it has been, and I just missed it; just.
Love life; love spring; love the scent of jasmine.
Presences present; and then, all that is
Becomes; spring is the scent of jasmine; past;
My heart aches every spring, but it is gone;
Every spring I ache for every last spring,
Until all I want to feel is that ache.
I miss a lot of moments; they become
The memory that pulls at my heart; tears
Do not retrieve that spring; they let doves fly
And open up a chasm for me; deep
So I can tell my heart, my ache, my spring
That it has been, and I just missed it; just.
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Comment by charliesgirl_992000
Histeries, Mysteries and what not
Lifes little slices
Mystical Creativity
I miss sprin, although i am enjoying winter. Just starting here in PA. Had our first small snow. Just a tiny bit, but enough to make me scream with glee as i was driving the six hours home from Williamsbug today.
I like your writing!!
Tammy