Forgive me for drifting away,
dark-haired lady of legend,
for
leaving the clear running water
of
your voice and its music
that
sang of love and kisses
despite
the demands of any given day.
I
left for the mountains,
trudging
through snow
in
search of a lamasery
that
would unpack all secrets,
bind up wounds that had been carved
before
our eyes ever engaged
and
danced what only we could dance
and
see through long hours
of
lounging in serendipity.
The
only secret I needed was
in
your heart,
in
your heart.
~William Hammett
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