A thousand breezes
have I felt,
And countless wishes
have I made;
We only get the
cards we’re dealt,
And lose them, as
each one is played
But here and now
is purely fun,
To slowly open
and revive —
A thousand breezes
have I felt,
And each one
makes me feel
Alive
Autumn winds,
And hills of secrets;
All those years
We wasted —
Each passing rustle a dream
Distant like a cloud
I kissed you on a day like this,
And you kissed me. The sky was perfect,
Blue in its endeavor, and we were as
Tall as the trees, and almost as wise.
November stretched into infinity on that hill,
And our newly doomed love rode the latest
Of a thousand breezes that had passed that way
Before.
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Owen "Beleaguered" Servant (a/k/a Sibelius Russell) writes poetry mostly, with an occasional pause to have a seizure.
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