Would That I Could

In the Dreaming I touch you again
Taste you
and smell you
and . . .

I hold the bitter scarlet maple leaf
It bleeds every time I touch it

Heat Lightening rends the clouds
And the dry, grainy Thunder
can’t stir the Dust

Would that I could lift your bare bones
Unbroken through the Doorway into this moment

Above the stainless snow
The skies would glow azure
in a heartbeat

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Chyfrin the Celtic poet

Artist, Poet, Electrical/Biomedical Engineer, Actor, Playwright, Set construction, Educator, Lover of womankind and single malt scotch

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