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Yui of Morgance wrote:

fragments of reflections
dance in your eyes;
fleeting glimmers
of times
long since gone by

you embrace them,
you chase them
through vaults of faulty memories
what for that
they'd come back,
visit you once more

Bits and pieces;
The shattered remains:
All you have left not
Fast vanishing,
Nor lost in disarray

one watery mirror
reflecting you back:
two skies of midnight
powdered with stars
above or below
you can differentiate
no more between the
two twin moons
each one pockmarked
with unrepentant scars

a pillar of oak
in a sea of birch
and all their boughs whispering
In winter’s cruel breath;
to light your way
There is naught but dark

a bloom of rose
a blossom of lily
a stalk of lavender
are those plucked
from flowering fields of
wavering eternity

the unending grass
waves beneath
a dome of sky
and a sphere of sun
a living, waving sing-song
sussurating on the air


You are
weeping with willows
and laughing with larks:
walk with your hand in nature's
as you trod to the ends of the world
and but a yard beyond

the cement and the rain
and the rush of the cars
all around you suburbia
but it's not so far
when you capture that image
when you chase down that thought
of a million places
a thousand faces
and the days long gone by

look to your palm
count the lines that map it
and splinters of yesterday
hand in hand with your dreams
will spin their circles
of whirling wreaths
inked in your irises
encased there evermore
are

fragments of reflections
refracting away
as you while away
day after day
after day after day

Yui of Morgance also wrote:
Look Back

The first step
Forward
The last step
Back
And every leap
Of faith taken
Blindly; without question

Will you find the
Land ahead
Or fall unto
Abyss?

The first new
Friend
The last old
Nemesis dead:
They wear the same face
They share the same space
They are forever not together,
Intertwined in your thoughts, your heart
Your mind

The first lie
Forgotten
The last defense
Fallen
And all your secrets stripped
Bare to shiver in the
Cold wind of
Distrust

The first promise
Made
The last farewell
Bade
To a man you thought to
Hold to love and
Know-
Not any longer

The first oath
Broken
Your last hope
Stolen
And no chance
To see the world
As pure again

Like glass shattered
On the floor
Like so much cold
Let in the door
Like the breath of love
Departed
And broken hearts that once united
Lying forlorn in the sand

Like all the waves that
Crash down on us
As we wait for dawn
To find us
Running reckless in the
Icy salt-laced spray

The first move
Forward
The last glance
Back
At a past
Left scattered in the ruins;
There can be
No turning back

"Listen, real poetry doesn't say anything; it just ticks off the possibilities. Opens all doors. You can walk through any one that suits you." ~Jim Morrison

You are one so lonely

you are one
i am one
they are another
this hall way is full of the unselfish sways
of the mysterious way of things
to take a form you can not tell
can not foretell
can not quell

i wish not to determine
for no nonsense is my flaw
i could leave in awe
at the birthing of a flower
at the birthing of the hour
at the time i leave
i leave
all sense of regret

i will walk this way
but i speak not
to the doors surrounding me
each door
minding me as i leave my footprints on the concrete
my foot prints in the concrete

so goes my walk
on the way to anywhere
the doors
the minds
of all uncaring
to feel lonely in a crowd
is no rare thing

Don't Forget Me

Don't forget me!
A whisper
A thought
A murmur
A plight
The last words that echoed
Through that cold, lonely night

Don't forget me!
A dream?
It's reality
A scream
It's purgatory
The forever turning cog
Of this turmoil factory

Don't forget me!
That was it
Her last words
Her last sentence
Her last thought
Before she vanished

Don't forget me!
This is it
This is my mark
My existence lonely
My heart clouded dark

I'll leave you with this
My last will and testament
Forget not my face
Forget not my eyes
I've finished my race
And I've won my prize