Ink on Paper

How could it be so,
How could it be so,
That once there was a unification
of you and I,
we called it ‘us’;
of worldly things with transcendental
beauty and motion –
still photography,
breathless, intakes of
sweat and sublimity.
Now however, ‘us’ does not exist.
‘Us’ is a thing of the forgotten
past, rarely remembered.
How could it be so?

How could it be so,
How could it be so,
That once there was a higher meaning
to the flowers
of heather as they fall
to the palm of the poet as he writes
of worldly things with transcendental
beauty and motion –
still ink on paper,
breathless, intakes of
sweat and sublimity.
Now however, the flowers have wilted.
‘Us’ is a thing of the forgotten 
past, rarely remembered.
How could it be so?

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