Compass
I pushed your memory
off the cliffs
off the rolling hills
in my mind
why must you breath again
like a wind on my soul
gentle in its approach
yet intent in its direction?
Like ripples in the lake of my emotions
you crash against my heart.
you, a strong wave
splashing
me, a plank of wood
bobbing
on water
drifting
further away
from the sanctuary
of my own compass.
2001
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