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The past is left in mourning,
the future still unknown

The present disavows them both,
not borrowed—never loaned

(Dreamsleep: August, 2019)
love poem
"where love is a wave that splashes on the sand"

when a heart
loves
the stars surrender
to the heavens,
the moon catches her breath
and the avenues
of silence become
voice. i follow the
path to my love,
i die for him,
i live for him,
like a spartan
in the heat of battle,
like a flower in the
mist.
http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/and-then-i-returned-to-you-you-my-poet-of-the-water-beth-st-clair/1115678228?ean=29400165

from my book
"....replays
                ......what the heart can't delete."
i hear nothing
over the roar
of intense silence
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