Velvet Memory
The farther I get
the more I remember
the moonlight reflected
in your eyes
when the angels
riding silver horses
cried—
my suitcase filled
with pieces of both
our hearts
pinned down
to the soft velvet memory
ebb of our effervescent lives
we shall meet in the luminous path
across the window to the new world
the other side of darkness
where the sun will shine
upon us
again
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