upon the missing
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the sun sets on the missing
but
if you run fast enough, rises,
or wait long enough
comes back tempered
prizes the knowledge, a previous day
learning as spirit wiser
content with flesh,ironic decay
and the tide advances and recedes
washes away
in sand all messages hopefully read
for everything
a cycle turning
for
no man no woman
will planet wait
and friends-;only guests,
on natures stage
replaces,
even with hollow
and blessed the soul never dies
finds a way like a pagan
for meeting, in many lives.
patience
upon the crest of the incoming
when soul
seek and open
who knows what arrives.