to the man i once loved: a poetry

Past Aeon

Past Aeon
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like nomads of the higher vales,
ours stood far the starred tales--
mourning o'er the rage of gales,
these--past the trail of dales.

we--stood behind one moon--
thoughts raiding hills of dune,
we--dancing the rave of tune--
and meant--we, past aeon-turn.

©bell (Philophobia)