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Though love of yours can never be mine
Thy memories will always be here
You are the sun of the day;
    the moon of the night
Thy hands are the ocean; 
     touching the shore
     raging the deepest of the Earth
Thy body is the wind that the leaves long for

You are soft
You are beauty
Beauty is you

The stability of your heart like the ground that stands

You are the endless song that fills my entity
     the flower that blooms when morning breaks
     the dew that tickles the freshness of the morning

You are you
the beauty within
the life there is
the cause to my mortality


a memory of The Lost Diary, 
1995