From the caverns
of this and that belief
I am pulled like from
a dream into waking.
One seeing locked into
the pattern of my mind
like true love is locked, singular
and for all time.
The dead have been resting on
my shoulder, speaking tales
of living frailty. Lost beside
the morning. I have taken more
than I ever thought I could.
There is no wiping my slate clean,
no way to shed the scars
or forget his great presence
that guided the depths of my own.
Copyright © 2000 by Allison Grayhurst
.First published in “Vine Figure Poetry Page” November 2015
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