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'The embrace, again' timothy r gates, 6/28/2009

sneaks up on us,
so it is said
another's sin, illness,
pretense of surprise
besetting? Perhaps
begetting? Maybe
setting? Yes
i watch the sun
glide
to his recline
the moon
to her repose
both smile at each other,
if we see we join in
grieving? Sometimes
leaving? Likewise
weaving? Haply
eyes in front
in the back of my head
here, i see better.
You too?

"Moon..." timothy r gates, 6/27/2009 always inspired by the Moon, her iconic force
through less than more, and those that capture
my heart's eye in the say way...

under the moon
she sings her song
we hum along
still
more than alone
we sing with she
one that is said to
only
reflect
or, refract
light
whatever, she
still moves