Empathy and Twine
I laugh sometimes at the deja vu' of brittle sticks and clover wind.
Once; our suit of souls mocked the empathy of our minds and ran with twine.
Never did my love fall to the turn of different ground, or the spade of the crusted
earth. And the diamonds that floated high; never yielded a second kiss when your
younger mind spoke the promise of love to my heart. Now; when I look upon high in
the heaven, the future never grew old upon my years, and only tallied two suits of
the crusted hands of fate. One-your two hands never gambled the tangents of
a fugitive heart, when fate spoke differently upon the air, and could never go free
from morning stars. And two- tailing strings below diamonds of the horizon never abandon in the
beauty of your eyes, and always speak the same dancing rhythm when we part.
-I love you most because love never took separate kite.-
By William Tether
© 2012 William Tether
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