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Poetry
ephemera

"ephemera" - 4/14/2007

to see so much beauty
through your eyes
something I never expected tonight

sorry with all of my heart
freedom's observance
prevented me from

following you
to where I
have never been

I don't know
what it is
I can't put my
finger on it

I try to be angry
at circumstance
and then you send
me these photos of your

self

(your true self, how you see things)

one thing I have learned
from years of making the same
wish every birthday
is that life doesn't wait
and blossoms don't bloom endlessly

so whatever you feel
know that I am possessed
by a light you might not see

touching you (no less)