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Titian Dew
The limey drips of water collect in rusted buckets and
echo the passions we once had
reverberating off each other
meshing all into one singular moment
when your love was all I needed
No more will hand and hand do
Since the pain of ripped, open, aching souls
Once, I told you in the dark of night, ferns
tickling our extremities (when we were one)
be careful for you tread on
my dreams and you replied that
there was no separation between us
but there is, for you have trampled
the fragile shards of grass [of me]
as if as one is gone forever gone forever
You still smile and laugh and tell me
never to worry
and I’m beginning to understand your ignorance
as you suck my dust-bunny dreams
away
we are not one and in the hollowed
courtyard I watch as
Limey drips of water collect in rusted buckets
So like us; rusted and calloused with time
This piece was inspired by W.B. Yeats’ Poem ‘He Wishes for the Cloths of Heaven’
“Had I the heavens' embroidered cloths,
Enwrought with golden and silver light,
The blue and the dim and the dark cloths
Of night and light and the half-light,
I would spread the cloths under your feet:
But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.”
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