in the wilderness of memories foregone (for Lan)

the waves of night break
over the cold crag of my solitude
do not look at me   stars   sharp little eyes
of long-lasting steadfastness    I
am a roiling dream   a clock without hands
without hands but always on time
oh stony woe    oh sadness
may you shatter and become
bright jewels to adorn my winsome love

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© Gregory V Driscoll 2014

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