Sunday, October 2, 2011

we stop to survey the landscape

we have traversed all these long distances of brief years

nothing remains we could recognize

but everything's the same as far as how our eyes sees things



how quickly our love faded

how quickly it disappeared

but you know we meet now and each to each

we unfold a warmth bittersweet as chocolate



whatever we we were in these landscapes

are memories to what and who we are now

some vague connection that binds in a broader love

sustaining all eyes all minds all landscapes



Content (c) 2008-2011 Philip Milito.

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