A model of perfection.
Keep your face poised
for your pretty picture,
by me was your choice.
Gone by with the wind
the moment long gone.
Captured in my mind I
re-live it to keep strong.
Your look, your words
pristine are not faults.
They are precious bits
of light I lock in a vault.
Pleasant as a waterfall
flowing euphoric tones
with time so constant it
smooths a sharp stone.
Gone in an instant now,
so I strike a page quick,
after moments stronger
than any mortar or brick.
Will you let me continue
to illuminate in a void
a moment we’ve shared
that I refuse destroyed?
Let me weep tears of joy
as I say to you farewell.
You oh splendid stream
that takes away my hell.
One instance of you it
was enough it did erode
parts of rough edges I
forever thought I’d hold.
Wander with people in
the streets unknown be
a smiling face to lift up
all who internally bleed.
Really nice poem, Jared. You always make me dream… .
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Thank you Katherine.
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