Saturday 7 December 2013

There are some people who exist only in memory


There are some people who exist only in memory
Only within inner space
Turning and turning on the same spot

To face you in daylight
Then disappearing into darkness
Flickering sometimes in dreams

Always on the edges of consciousness
Asking not to be blotted out
Beckoning for home

But who is it asking?
Who is it wanting?
And who is it that knows?

O the dead do not feel dead
And those who live must die daily
To let go

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