You
I think of you from time to time,
yet timelessly and untimeously
my mind stumbles upon some remnant of you –
You and your lips and all the drizzle of thought
that had littered them…
in jest or mere whisper
And so time-trained you crash
into my recollection
You intrude at ill-timed hours of the night
when stars abound
and the moon filters through that
dark cloud
Or when my passions ought be fascinated wholly
elsewhere
Or when my thoughts ought be occupied with
wise doctrines;
You thus impose upon my mood
not caring if you should
A whirlpool of what-if’s roused from their slumber
That forthwith my wit and peace encumber…
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