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REMEMBERING STEVE MASON
When
at last,
we become faded
... into time,
... and the Sun turns away from our memory,
.... it is not our words
that will linger.
It will be our lovers,
and their tears.
Our hearts
... alive,
for one last moment,
resting,
... beside the moments,
so silent
... back then.
Eyes... so closed
in the sleep
... that travels the moving places
of midnight.
The history
of our war,
and theirs.
... memories that hold us
flesh
to flesh
as lovers who
.... are
... but
faded dreams
of what could have been.
What was!
What could have been!
Touch,.. (yes)
Tears.....(yes)
the breathing of love
... alive.
the flesh of us,
... gathering
into the warm.
Our history
as a moment.
A gift from above.
The golden sunlight
upon the river,
calling us home.
The words
falling
as tears
... from our eyes.