For Our Dawn - Poem by Jon Blanes
I am an acolyte of
I forget, remember, and forget you.
But I only have to glance
at the allegorical sky,
and you appear.
You are star
of beautiful sorrow.
Tears of flames
dance and blaze
in your amatory eyes.
Burning into a broken, cobalt sky
they cry for me
as I cry for our dawn
amidst your unbearable absence.
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