The door to the world
Divides both shadow and light;
Our souls collect
The pale and bright.
In the morning you woke
By my side and touched me,
Your scent leaned in until
I reached back and you dissolved.
The season changed from red to gray
For reasons scarcely explained
Through a lens of dismay;
The forest was dark and decayed.
The trees between the stones and sand
Sealed off the light; half-shadows reflected
The mossy green and all that remained
Was a water lily, floating white.
Year:
2012
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