what would time say to me

i love her so darkly
like midnight on the verge of tears
or the river Thames under siege

God hangs over me in holy clouds
and begs me to accept this plight
without such trembling

but i clamor against His promises
i cling to what has slipped through my fingers

and even though i know separation is but temporary
my connection to her is so ancient

that time itself, in a way,
has lost its meaning

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