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Meeting place

PostPosted: Mon Feb 12, 2018 9:11 am
by Saturn
Meeting place

That once meeting place,
The boundary, that gate
Between hopes, desires;
Between possibility and
Utmost despair passes
Now in a glimpse. Only
A pang on my part, a
Twinge to recall it was
Ever anything but an
Everyday common as
Muck railway barrier.

But I know the truth, I
Can conjure from the
Before times; I can cut
A trench and let that
Past and disembodied
Shadow come to drink
The blood of memory.

And if you could speak,
What tortured sounds,
Inarticulate utterance
Could the ghost of a
Hope, the semblance
Of a sliver of a heart
Pronounce to this the
Present time of the
Warm embraces and
The barely contained
Longing, and dashed
Dreams that crossed
This border between
My land of expectation
And your bright realm
Of a bitter harsh light.