Time's strange bend wrinkles again
against the wall of uncertain emotion
shockingly the wheel turns once around
as always in motion this ocean must be
seeming alone somehow while knowing
never alone can truly we be
so in these woven hearts
that spin and kiss eternally
we find a moment of pain
a reminder of how far we reach
beyond the shores we call home
and the ever present beacon does call
and some do answer it sooner
than we are ready to release
the lovingly rendered hand
that we called sister
a teacher of love
in communion
this union
stands
and blossoms
on the face of tears
falling in tiers
a while
giving way to recollections
laced through with warm reflections
allowing a broken heart's high climb
upon the diving board of hope
from which you may spring
into the eternal pool
and see clear
that which is
today's
sweet
meaning
and understand
how large your love is
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