the gentle Equinox was ours
though our time together was not always so
you tasted like magic to me
and we came together with all the fiery sweetness I imagined love to be
two halves of the same coin
it was I who dried your tears
and you who held me close
and yet I am unacknowledged
you,
my mate-no-longer,
who walks the long road with another
you have already begun to forget the heart laid at your feet
yet,
when I gathered the blossoms
when I consigned my heart’s desire to the flames,
when I laid the Solstice wreath beneath my pillow
It was you I dreamt of.
Jul 15, 2015
Jul 15, 2015 at 8:39 AM UTC
the gentle Equinox was ours
though our time together was not always so
you tasted like magic to me
and we came together with all the fiery sweetness I imagined love to be
two halves of the same coin
it was I who dried your tears
and you who held me close
and yet I am unacknowledged
you,
my mate-no-longer,
who walks the long road with another
you have already begun to forget the heart laid at your feet
yet,
when I gathered the blossoms
when I consigned my heart’s desire to the flames,
when I laid the Solstice wreath beneath my pillow
It was you I dreamt of.
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