why do you still love me
i ask myself when the mood
takes me back to those days
that were drawn as thin as longing
when your music wrapped me in
an ivory tower that the
nursery books led me to believe in the
orchard of my secret garden
why do you still love me
when the solstice days of winter
lie pale on the countenance of
life’s frosted fields over-awed in
the patina of the final cauldrons
at the invocation of life’s spell-bound
diminuendo
why do you still love me
when our closeness knows no distance
no fences abound the frost fields
or fly down the golden fields of summer
a-whizz with the insect days
fluttering in the butterfly belly of youth
see now how
the stream of our life from dawn’s lake
runs down to the sea’s demise
why do you still love me
this i will never know
or why the river runs
into the sea and disappears
or why the river runs
into the sea and disappears
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