Friday, March 7, 2014


                      cuts like a knife
thru the fabric of Time & Space.
  All connected in the ripple of a moment,
All remembered forgotten.
You stood in that early morning light, smoke a wreath of victory,
Swirling about yr head, keeping yr hair in check.
Unknown to you, I was not asleep, but drinking in yr early
morning sated soul.
  Love? Bah! Far too simple a concept for what flowed from you to me.
But in that moment, as in all, I felt you.
  Now, years & miles keep us apart. You are a memory unto a memory;
sans mort.
written Oct 24/13 for Orsolya