It was found in a letter from the heart
then was lost in words-
mis-delivered sentiments, in a place
reserved for love.
(kept as a photo, already memorized)
Because you do not change
I see so much change-- that you
were the center of the Sun when
all dear things spun around the light.
An unfinished moon above your shoulder
seemed to surge from blackness
as if it too meant to touch...your eyes
held such mystery, deep rivers they;
and now the play of time
upon the ordinary things: paper
texture, color make it so easy
to say it is old, but I know
time has no power...here.
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