They, once upon beneath a canopy of woods

She comes to once forest and branch
often and often- to where a stream ran,
to where copse leafed and twisted in
wind; once upon a time they wandered.

They remembered- we loved it so much,
once a light of water, now a city dim,
wandering souls lost in their souls-
climbing gray towers into darkened

Rooms; too rare, too rare white clover-
once upon they knew each flower, each
seedling breathing earth; now cement
with wastewater streams, canopies of

Cloth over white fog creeping; now, an
ever closing shadow weaves her life, he
passed- in the earth, his eyelids keep;
despair she will not, descries the quiet

Place once they wandered, now in a
whisper his voice through the city noise;
too rare, too rare a kiss like mist of stream,
once upon beneath a canopy of woods.

Copyright © 06/06/2016 lance sheridan

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