Tuesday, September 06, 2005


This is a good thing;
no, really it is.
Now my horizons
sing to me.
Now you are free
of my necessity.

This is a good thing
and tomorrow
will tell you all
I could not,
every story
whose ending I forgot.

Look in any mirror;
it is a sky
where our reflections
must take wing.
Kiss me and know
that this is a good thing.

Stephen Brooke ©2005

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