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The Quiet Fire of Forgetting

(2005-07-02 06:03:03) 下一个

The Quiet Fire of Forgetting

 

Im drawing myself close to you again, as I write:

The day we met, some sad thoughts have ignited

the long-departed sun, behind the clouds, with

your cold hands holding me dear to the heaven

of absolutes. But then, as the awakening moments

approached, lo, I have since disappeared into pain

that does not bring birth, the quiet fire of forgetting.

Accelerated was I, in exuberance wilting away,

like a tested Spring. You were the island lying in

innocence, as I played with the sands, finding that

soundless sky had always been beyond my reach,

and waved goodbye to you in a juvenile ignorance.

 

 2004-10-16

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