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NAVIGATION
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when every silent shadow,
like a butterfly overhead,
is a memory of you,
and i feel like you've wrapped yourself
delicately around my heart,
and each speck of light
reflected into my eyes from the morning sun
is a reason to remember every moment
you floated at my side;
when each scented rose
begs me to share its beauty
with someone who is beyond compare,
whose petals will hold more true
than those grown by nature's touch,
everlasting
like the stars made to envy your eyes;
when the innocent sound of children's laughter
reminds me who i would most like to see smile,
to hold in my arms,
to walk through the stars like sand on a beach,
cocooned in our joyfulness;
when every drop of rain
is a tear unformed on my face,
unable to mark the extent of my pain,
my loneliness, my understanding that
i need you
and have forced you away
like a prisoner refusing his last meal;
when heavens fall at my feet
and i scorn them for not bearing your name,
i am forever reminded
of the multitude of grave mistakes i have made
and the errors that are solely mine.
June 17, 2001
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