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heaven's low waters

my home

in your eyes

yet sadly still

sweet image of

awaiting hearth

is denied

with no whiff

of any true welcome

hope finally agrees to die

strangled as she is

by the gradual grinding

of 'The Vines Of Time'

a dishonest merchant

to reflection's past

heart's heritage

so cruelly cast

dissolve

sweet temptation

temper for the contrast

quite miserably sweet it is

to laugh so aghast

the cindered ashes of my happiness

forgotten particles of me

piling up at your feet

the cry overhead

of the hawk hounding the rat

signals my own

shattered heart's

resounding defeat

we are no more

it would seem

why perhaps

even

we never truly were............

(July 27, 2000 10pm)