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... So I bravely
gazed into the night sky
and my big eyes were suddenly
filled with the past,
while shedding tears
of dead memories ...*

          ✴☽✴☾✴
When we look into the night sky, we are actually looking at the past. Most stars that we see are already dead because the light takes  millions of years to reach Earth
it is my dream to call the eagles down
with a word
to say how crystal is the river
like a diamond shimmers
in the sun
feel deeper the most tall
hills
take a flower into imagination
and taste it
shake the earth like
I am its creator
make  a psalm
a tribute
to every bit of beauty
her smile
a forest
the forest
her green eyes
her eyes reflecting
a blue sky
her  depth
her magnitude her love
the oceans
where the most importance resides on
the meadow
rise
in apparent
glaring
I saw
her eyes
took several decades and wrong turns where
until I found that there
her being life
an angel you might call
her, yet flesh and blood,
and heart
and soul  so much
in tune with my
song
my lungs called her name for many years
sang out searching for her eyes
and did not know she had been
answering
all the time
along
in
a way
I refused to hear

And now,
like newness and hope and heaven
we sing together
have you loved
like the sun does every day always there
or like the mountain stays in your view forever
or the sea ebbs and flows along only
your coast
or a tree grows taller to shade you
forever
or sparkle more than any diamond
and glow more than gold
or felt like nothing else is in the world but
love
and felt satisfied content loved back
like you always wanted to be
have you loved fully
I hope you have
who needs school to know when
1 + 1 truly equals two
or the he and  she articles
make a noun superior
or the sun shines brighter
When she and I are together
and the moon is more romantic glowing
and science becomes hands-on knowledge
how Home-economics means
me tidying up
for her arrival
and baking those butter rolls
she mentioned
recess becomes
a time of imagining
her with me then on the playground swinging
sliding down slides
running gaily around hand in hand
sun shining forever more
and when the last bell tolls
I run so fast
run to her
i never quite grew
out of my terrible twos
I should silence
this troublesome whispering
inside my heart

I've already considered
the plain facts
of absence

Falling headlong
into its gorge
too soon

Not knowing who might
drown in their own eyes
night after night

It's not my wish to punish
or pain another soul
beyond my own.
.
In a garden fair with flowers
is where she whiles away her hours.
Especially in the months of Spring,
gently rocking upon her mood swing.

Flying high and dipping low
she lets her emotions freely flow.
Not caring what the feelings bring,
gently rocking upon her mood swing.

Hanging beneath an apple tree
a virginal symbol of her purity.
Listening quiet to the songbirds sing,
gently rocking upon her mood swing.


© Pagan Paul (25/09/17)
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