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Mar 2016
Yesterday, the friend I've never known
for she comes and goes
before the sun warms* these bitter bones
I've only seen her in my dreams
beneath the blue moon  cutting through
a thousand red and raging
streams
sweeping me away without hesitation
Glimpse her face, in a moment's recollections

Faces, hatred, temptations tasted-
how sweet the heated present;

how acrid the aftertaste of time wasted
Music, madness, love's essence casted-
ivory statues and ephemeral infinities;
the most humble Heaven, while it lasted
Perfection, capsulized--a sudden revocation;
a future alluded within a moment's recollections

Only in darkness do we know braveness-
men, women, children... Their huddled masses
clamoring amidst the night--what waywardness
Feeling with their fingers, not their souls;
listening to e'ry passerby, but not themselves
They leave themselves behind, so they grow cold
Disparaged by a detour's disconnection,
as they turn a blind eye to their moment's recollections

The echo of a truth resonates within our hearts,
pleading to be heard, amidst the static
of a world of wholes, and forgotten parts
Close your eyes and let night flow through
your unconscious mind, as it's unlocked
by the good graces our yesterdays imbue
May we find our friend again amidst introspection,
and what we've forgotten in a *moment's recollections
Frank Ruland
Written by
Frank Ruland  25/M/Virginia Beach, Virginia
(25/M/Virginia Beach, Virginia)   
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