I met Myself in the winter cold
And now I wonder who it really was
In fractured dreams I see that face
But in no mirrors do I see Myself
I asked Myself what lies beyond
Our starlight speckled skies
Rhetorically of course but there
Was no response from Myself
Just the silence between us
And the quiet of Myself
Some jaded song I heard Myself sing
In monotone melodic hymn
A ballad that I knew Myself to cry
And improvise beneath the breeze
What tired snowflakes drift away
But among them I saw Myself
I met a friend in the winter cold
There was no hostility in this being of old
Hands frigid stiff like ancient gold
And her name was Myself
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Divided Unity
PoetryPoems about various topics in my life. A lot of the early ones...may be about the same thing. Indefinite runtime.
