Wednesday, March 01, 2006

I Remember You.

Think not of dates,
as space
awaits,
where
time is free-

forgotten sea.

To play in light,
through
depth and height,
to live
and be-

forgotten we.

Warm bodies whet,

the glean
of sweat,
the time's now

place-
forgotten grace.

The work of Him,
to teach

to swim,
in joy til end-
forgotten friend.

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