You know about so much, 
But what about 
The lost shadows of desire 

Fading into forests 
Overgrown with the mundane cares 
That choke-out life? 

Did any of your studies 
Tell you why 
Yearning grows in rocky soil 

Or even why 
Songs and smells live longer 
Than our rationality?

This photograph felt 
Like it came from inside 
Some lost memory 

Of a place once visited, 
A moment captured 
And made part of me 

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When she was in love, 
And love was 
All the way in her, 

She understood "why" 
Much more than any "how" 
No matter where.

And true: love is fadeless, 
But we aren't; 
'Least, not as currently constituted

Now rest upon that hill: 
Close your eyes, 
And sleep your best sleep -- 

Your long labors 
Can recede into dusty memories 
While sweet dreams 

Cover the once tired ground 
You've given up 
For a softer, greener place

A song in the morning 
That's mostly unheard 
By pursuers of the night 

For choices mean 
Tradeoffs and missing out sometimes 
On known glories 

Some taller ones 
Seemed wise to us, once: 
But certain others 

Went largely ignored and unheeded 
Which we noticed 
Only after joining their ranks

Every vantage point seems extreme 
When viewed by  
Those who've never been there 

How I love the light 
Soft and breaking 
Streaming through the morning trees 

And telling me 
To slow down and breathe 
And live right

He, to the kingdom born, 
Explored, and fearlessly, 
Seven years and ten feet tall -- 

Mighty in purpose, 
Wise in all his dealings, 
Firm but fair. 

With time, though, came unrest: 
The kingdom faded 
From his thoughtlessness and neglect 

Our duties are 
Always constructed out of dreams -- 
Ours, or others' -- 

But these dreams will change 
As growing limits 
Break both imaginations and hearts