stories of your mag-
nificence leave me
tumbling through
mystical forests and
deep waters edge
the milky way in
your eyes and the
sunshine in your
smile lead me
through dreams of
dimly lit hallways
and midnight strolls
and trying not to
wake those
still in bed
but i've never seen
you, never held you,
nor heard your voice
only old recordings
of songs you never
finished and records
never published that
could never do the
honey and serenity
in your voice any
j u s t i c e
in the movies, you're
all black and white
and you sound like
scratched cds
no one had any real
proof of the stardust
in your eyes and
the solar rays
in your heart
no one except me
the reminiscence of
your existence often
leaves me in
an inescapable
melancholic state; i
often wonder how
it's possible to miss
someone so much
even when you've
never met
and as the lush creek
beds flow surely to
the sea, the
essence— the river
of your memory—
flows surely to
my heart
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