Contemplation

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the breath from your blue eyes

Was more thrilling than i thought.

you strum a guitar.

i knew you knew this

But want to end our silence-

a strange breathing fawn.

I knew that love

was not a moments glancing

or brief holding dream.

I knew it was not

a grand palace to steal from

where illusions gleam

and this was not a

starry passageway to warmth

with honey burning.

so I felt relieved

for knowing the difference, but

I still wish for truth.

still

it’s nice to return

to memory that’s lasted

three minutes in time

Copyright 2013 Golden Star Poetry

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