I buried this romance today
Deep in the graveyard of my bones
I carried the corpse in my dream-draped memory / stiff and dressed in Sunday best
It was illusion after all
Fairy tale and daydream
I had returned from the sea and
All my trees, driftwood and oak / leaf-bare and sad
Aligned silently for the procession
Mourning as mothers and moon
For the fallen sun.
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