Log # 4

Maybe the earth writes poetry

In its ruins

I wonder if it keeps memory

In the darkness

Like pockets


Remember when we were young?

How naive we were?

We thought love would burn long and hot

But it was the cold mornings

It was the long nights

Of holding so tightly

To memory

That keeps it going ….

It’s choosing


Space is cold

Space is dark

And I’m trying to remember

I’m trying to remember


We are here

And then we are gone ….

Like so many stars….

I’m writing this letter


Try to remember

The good in me ….

And if there is bad….

Let it be the darkness behind the light ….


May the light shine brighter for it …



all my lights

I see only you

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