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Aug 2022 · 186
to be met
Thomas Aug 2022
One life, a moment
to meet and to be met by
love in all its forms.
Jun 2020 · 391
Azaleas
Thomas Jun 2020
Azaleas in Spring
Know their blush will soon wither.
Still grateful, they bloom.
For a friend
Jun 2020 · 92
Stumbling
Thomas Jun 2020
If you will my roots to rise
We shall go on stumbling.
Surrounded with memories
Of distant places.
Jun 2020 · 70
Untitled
Thomas Jun 2020
But I wonder,
What will you think
When you're not alone
Jun 2020 · 62
looks
Thomas Jun 2020
Sleepy looks in bed,
Met for only the instant,
But how slow it's sped
May 2020 · 109
That minute
Thomas May 2020
I think hours about that minute, months past,
Wishing my cab hadn't come.
Wishing we hadn't places
Nor people to be.

Though few nights more than strangers,
Our dream striding cities and oceans,

Not a thing was out of place

Simply and so naturally,
As I held you for the last time,
Felt your lips on mine,

Then walked away.
May 2020 · 479
what for
Thomas May 2020
We are thrown to the Earth -- what for?
Without even the least mark to bear,
Waves that toss and **** and side the shore.
In the breaking ocean -- what glory is there?

Still I cannot think by chance it's kept,
For we share time and its passing, fleet,
For our eyes, find the other's step,
Our voices, their echoes meet.

Rathering shed our memory, more our name,
Of the climbing dawn, our love beneath it,
Than serve cruel reason and falsely claim,
We hadn't been born to see it.
For Mother's day 💐
Apr 2020 · 111
wind on the bank
Thomas Apr 2020
Thousand formless threads
lull tides in one who keeps such
webs of restless peaks.
Apr 2020 · 163
garden walls
Thomas Apr 2020
As I looked up,
under the night's blue overhung,
A moonlit hollow.
I could not know what the people were,
nor the things,
That grew within the garden walls.

But I was not saddened,
I was not cold,
Beyond a closed window's glow,
and hearing only the rustling
Of grass in the gutter.
Apr 2020 · 427
Tea
Thomas Apr 2020
Tea
Steam rising upward
Blurs the lamp in your glasses,
The tea is perfect.
Apr 2020 · 85
Flicker
Thomas Apr 2020
Some faint lights' flicker
warms, once cold, the April earth
and the soul it's for.
Apr 2020 · 87
But a Moment
Thomas Apr 2020
If, but a moment,
she's held by the air
steeping in the still light,
and decides it belongs not
to the bells or the Hands
of the wall or those to come --
but in hers.

If, but a moment,
she sees what's for
a thousand night's been sung,
And yet, it rests not
in the forms or firmament
pitched upon the dark of covered Eyes --
but in hers.

If, but a moment,
by her grace,
she may make herself
or more what she wills.

Then, but a moment,
may I be.

— The End —