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Brian Sarfati Oct 2013
If we were away on an island and
Each Today was the same as its Morrow,
Then all the world, with its Time’s flowing sands
Holding still, would never bring me sorrow.

With your hand in my hand, my heart in yours;
Alltime would pass in the space of a dream.
And all of those countless beautiful hours,
As swift as a butterfly’s flight would seem.

But not to your soul, with autumnal wings,
whose wanderlust grows and rockets above
To travel beyond the truth of all things.
No lover can dare encage you with love.

Thus I watch you soar like a wand’ring star,
Evermore free; you’re the sky in my heart.
''Innocent Angel''

she was heaven sent
we all know that
the brightest eyes
the sweetest smile
most tender cheeks

she was here briefly
came; passed us by
the cutest laugh
the kindest heart
most loving child

she was beautiful
then and now
the coolest kid
the alltime best
innocent angel
In memory of Destiny May Callahan
I,
the transponder,
the dot,
moving the signals.
receiving,
a spot in the air, sometimes here,
sometime there,
emitting,
cutting through silence,
the dot.
It's not what we are or where
and not that I'm bothered
if anyone cares,
I,
the transponder,
sometime like alltime
responsive,
the dot.
The program reprogrammed
initialised and so far so good,
knock on wood because a
bit of superstitious belief
can't hurt.

— The End —