Come to me,

you that swims in my dreams

since the days when tides were long

stretching to a horizon lost

to the misty sightline.


I see your face,

as faces are signatures expressed

in a tomb’s ache of a heartbeat,

thrown to time’s quarrelsome oblivion.



resigned to begin a siege of love

for an nameless eternity,

where time has become

memory’s sanctimonious dream

tossed away.


I have waited,

since the oceans steamed

and the mountains were molten tumors

rising in a harsh land that did not care

for spiritual contrition’s made.


I will remain,

until time becomes dust

and the weeks count themselves

to years beyond forever.


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