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JOURNAL #27 a terribly familiar hour
knows my sad name
that horse whisper
from reflection's regret
fells the shadow's perfect flame
speaking gently into the darkness
of my sentimental reverie
as the softness soon stares back
into tomorrow
his memory is even there so clear
limp yet constant
oh, crushing parody beware
his mark
his hold
his reason's love
gives to the emptiness
my unchecked tears
for every time I slip into
melancholy's noose yet again
my cries I know he hears
and in spirit he rushes in
to help me to get loose
and be right with the world
right that is but without him
and in a way
it should have never been.........
(written Aug. 5, 2002 445pm)
