You came unexpectedly one evening.
Suddenly in seconds, time stood still –
the sleepy sun stayed awake
all that evening, against its will.
Then the watchful universe called,
Time looked at the stunned moments,
and, red-faced, rushed out
through the open window.
That evening stands rooted to the ground
Puzzled instants… you and me…
Heavy-lidded sun…
I think Time will perhaps never
permit such a breach again.
Now the sun sets every evening,
and every night, the dark
steals into my soul.
You and I deny its truth -
(“trick of memory”)
But that day when Time fled
through the window,
it bruised a knee, and the blood
that dripped, dried up, and I see it
there - right beneath my window –
most evenings.
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