A Season in Absence

October 5, 2011
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Missing summer
The first threads of sunlight
Seep through my window
And I lie still.

Missing thunder
We are hidden under
The comforter, in my mind
Where I lay still.

Missing lover
One who cupped novelty
In his hands, joy
We lie still.

Missing wonder
In wayward dreams,
Behind faces
I lied.

Missing another
Meteor shower, of light
My adversary, against dark panes
Thus still I lie.

Missing cover
Of the clouds, stories
From the cradle to the grave
And I lay still through it all.

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