Smoldering at the bottom of the hillside
and reflecting in these starlit waters
the last light
The night a dark cascade of leaves
now falling and calling to me
this forgetting's private chamber
Laden with the scent of late blooming roses
mingled or conjured with the scent of you
heavy air
I stare
continents, oceans
years across
am lost,
aimlessly wand'ring through mountains of mem'ry
Night winds carrying your long silent voice
then leaning into the sound as to you
holding fast
moments pass
then splinter away
foolish scheme
this dream
yet I wait
for a sign that might never come
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