You are my moment, as you read 
your eyes are full of tact, unembarrassed, laughing,
my dream is just of continuing.

We cannot add up or divide words, as we can numbers,
yet, words are equally intractable
friends & family die in the blinking of an eye
you cannot eat your words.

Nor can we précis longing, hiraeth,
homesickness tinged with grief and sadness,
but we certainly can stretch the truth
drill back to the root,
feel a blooming, with our first tooth,
or at our first lisping of ‘Mama’ or ‘Papa’.
we try not to slip into double-dealing
there's no deceiving ourselves,or others,

There is a truth in every longing
stay unreachable, but not too far away.
the dream of happiness is more than happiness ever can be.
happiness is just a postponement of uncomfortable truth
we must be  irretrievable, like youth, like childhood, like love.

I let myself dream a sufficiency of time
learn to echo everything in rhyme.
for the heart’s story lies shredded in tears
yet, love remains its sole desire 
truth is merely the soul’s dream;
an apparition woven out of time
sunshine, spun from smiles
now, we must learn to uncreate ourselves..

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