Time through air,
set sail to past
Beyond the now,
hereafter calls
Undying love,
un-lying eyes
Cry not.
With or without breath,
I live.
As dust alights,
alas, my end
Un-companioned thought.
Solitary tear.
It will not be heaven,
unless you are there.
-J.G.Smith (06/03/05)
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