To the Grave

My love and I
meet under the sky
and dance as we witness
each age
pass by.

She is peace,
security 
in
sameliness.

I am passion,
the thirst
for
change
and
growth.

She is warmth, the pride
in tradition.

I am progress,
the blaze of
revolution.

And though we may
exist forever,

one cannot live

without
the other.

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i don't understand
this crack between us
that keeps growing
wider and wider each day,
and i don't know what made me
change my mind.

but i do know this:
i made a promise
and i know that
this was never supposed
to happen
to us.


(in the manner of @evanescent.love's poem)

Sorrow

Sorrow

Sorrow creeps

Along heavy feet

It stands watching

Towards cities and towns

Through cold shadows

And then walks on

(In the manner of Carl Sandburg's Frog)

Evergreen

Sin and retribution
It would be my last punishment

I am

a person who

remembered

the comfort of the trees,

remembered the

warm, dusty leaves,

and the cold, enormous sky. Strange how

sleepless hours

made no sound.