History
when a word can recount the full story
when a tear can flood the whole world
and a sigh, a breath fierce storms provoke
yet our flag of life remains furled;
when a dream disappears in an inkling
when a sliver seems mountain size
and the flame of your candle flickers
free in the instant before it dies;
when a glance can engender a pageant
when silence can sweetly serenade
and moonlight at dawn in dappled skies
is the catalyst for our love’s crusade;
where an echo fades before its return
where two parallel lines intersect
we dwell in the rhyme of my poetry
through that mirror, darkly, we reflect.
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