adventures in dysthymia

Sunday, October 14, 2007

ENTERING

Who am I but you?
Spark from the same spark,
we burn with one light.

In our hearts is the dawn
and the setting sun;
the wheeling stars and moon.

Be a bird and a cage;
sing until I come
to your forgotten doors.

Entering, I free you;
and in the ache of your leaving,
you bind my heart like a wound.

Who are you but I?
Standing at the roots
of time, I speak your name.

Stephen Brooke ©2007

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