To Dream of Mary

a poem

oh, sweetest slumber — cruelest dream

moment of gold shared with that girl long lost

heart glowing still in only such a way for her alone

dear one which chaos torched in flames of heart

forever still a part of self — somehow always true

to feel again what was so simply shared between

such taunting grace — such blessed sight 

submerged once more within that sea of presence

that most grateful space of 'now' created together

a flowing peace, so found in time spent beside her

no sense to make of it — the ease spoke clear

more precious time would not be earned or bought

lost in real — her memory lives on inside forever

before the end, to feel my heart that way again

to once more see her smile, to just be there

would still be all I’d need to die a happy soul

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