“Where are you watching from?”

The whispering of my heart

Reaches your ears

And I know you have heard

My gentle weeping

Fills the cup of your hand.

The tears capture

A fleeting reflection of you

Or is this a brief recollection

At the resurrection of memory?

And where do you watch from?

Words pour out of my spirit

Longing to be near you

And that fleeting recollection,

The resurrection of the memory,

Draws me closer to you.

My crushed soul

Releases the fragrance of love,

As a flower pressed

Between the pages of time,

A souvenir of us

Exists now in the moment,

Drawn by nature

Were you and I.


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