whir of days

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House of Heart

Comes the whir of days when I reach back to my  sea of memories

where like globes of fire we spun, glistening trails yielding to the pull of hearts.

Now the nights are empty vessels,  hollow vacancies unfilled,

still the  morning  dew falls from the sky and not my eyes.

The  current of the sea pulls outward,  the alps have lost their foothold,

the constellation of your eyes will be remembered.

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Art by Lidia Wylangowska

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