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Who laid out
All the stars
In their spheres
For me to admire
Do you sense
Your power
Over me?
The muse's muse
who broke
Cupid's heart
She is calling
Me out
Crawling out
Of my shell
To what end?
To admire her
And her world
Her stories
to tell

Thomas Wainewright Collection, TMAG.

For two bodies
So far removed
Connected only
By the core
Running onward
Chasing the sun
As one rises
Another falls
‘As the day grows dim, I hear you sing a golden hymn’
-Arcade Fire, Neighbourhood #1 Tunnels

Passing it on
To another one
To keep or return
Treasure or burn
In case I lose it
Altogether
Etched in time
Captured in mind
To love or miss
Remember or spurn
In case we lose it
Altogether
Staccato notes
Braille fingers
Fading then silent
Reading between
Lines of age
Our common fears
In case we lose them
Altogether

You allowed me in
To linger longer
In your sacred space
I wanted to stay
To turn on
Light and heat
To infuse colour
To decorate
To treasure
Not to short change
Are we deserving
Of such love?


Always holding
Our heart
Open for love
