To D.C
For every opportunity
we Seize
to meet Again
there is an added line
another Rivulet of Time
along the mouth or eye
and of course the Expanding gray
thinning the dark depth
of your hair
Yet beyond the references
of Time, you are forever youthful
lithe and light footed
as years pass you Hover,
unseen, above ground
rising just a tad
with every meeting
As I watch you
I see Myself
the rivulets, the Time
the Thinning Darkness
only I, I tread this earth heavily
with each year my imprint
becomes more defined
further encrusted with Dirt
as if I were to become
more of this Matter
as you become
more of this Ether
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Art Work By Yaron Rosner
