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of dawn and dusk

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catching memories in a sieve
i want to keep them all
close to me
they slip away, dazzling, as they
fall
down
deep
into the subterranean pools of my mind

a soft breeze
an evening on the porch
a lightly steaming mug of tea
a sunset blazing red and gold
a rocking chair

but the rocking chair is empty
swaying back and forth
the porch abandoned
the tea’s gone cold

the moment’s passed
so has the beauty
it was never meant to last

i keep my memories
in a box
in a jar
in my fairy lights
in between my fairy tales
safe beside my heart where they burn brightest

the future holds enough terrors
why hide the ones gone past?

my memories
of silk
of smoke
of glitter
of gold
i weave them into the present
i weave them into the life that seems so dull

and every day they shimmer,
every day that i’m on my own
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