One of the things one learns from Feelings is that each feeling has its own world…its planet, and that one tries to make some sense of each in the solar system of Love…
By eaa1118
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It will send me over to another night,
this morning when it’s over
Anyone can die without anything said
about this hour
You’re in my head as I touch
this orange window pane,
And the hills—
they wash their faces with the memory
of your hair
It will send me over to another night,
this morning when it’s over
How will I hear my own complaint
when I bend to worship another passing night
There is no way knowing how this kneeling
outgrows our transitory heart-based concepts,
love including
It will send me over to another night,
this morning when it’s over
I cannot tell beyond this window pane
how I will meet you if we meet again
You may yet hum your own tones and the words
may be forever wordless in my ears
This morning when it’s over
will send me over many times into
a blacksmith’s workshop to hammer out the years…
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