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Forever's song....Forever's song
.With heart sung bright, and Winter's breath drawn hushed,Dreamlike visions of Crusoe's Catte, fall weary upon.Deep sown a shore, of wild meanders.Birthed at last, in woven pale hues,These sights which comfort mine eyes.Bathe and soothe, a balmy sonnet to forever.
Becoming smaller....With my hand held in his, as tight as always I rememberSecure yet so frail, my thoughts pour overIn this public space, where we become but cattleCheap and expendable, human no moreWith my memories abundantWith mine eyes laden and fullI find myself once more, dwelling on moments forever lostTangible and self-tormented, knowing with certaintyWaiting on his words, on the smallest bit of himThey shall happen neverThey shall not appearHis eyes tight shut, beaten and weary-bonedA lifetime of provision, with ne'er the slightest complaintFeeling such impossibilities, that I may ever be likeI am made of himI am become himThe effort of one single smile, etched deep in hurtful poseAnd helpless questions reign, amid the silence of sufferanceRegression overload, the changeling of decades goneHe is now the childHe is helpless apparentTo do as he did before for me, I wouldst take his pain in placeBreathe his fear willingly, of the butcher and old timeYouthful sparkle blinks on