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in this, the
perfection of my love
takes place on watching
these hollow notes shunt
back and forth across
the river of clouds
on
our horizon dark with
resentment and the
inconstant solitude
of
never having you near
while daybreak of our
season
leads to dusk of
discontent and never
having you was worth
twice the pain of having
loved you as a fading
star on the horizon
watches
the clouds roll in never
knowing the solace of
having been cloud
in your eyes, nor
star, nor daybreak
nor dusk forming
like a rose in
the hollow hills of
your brow
nor song, nor
twilight
© Jeffrey Round 1993
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