Thursday, February 14, 2008


a poem by Sylvanus Felix

Take mine, though it is not thine
Your steady eyes traveling both road
Of then and now stoke the fire of youth
And I may say it is not a familiar one
But it’s too late, I can not now return for another

I want yours too, but take your time
You know it is dark we must not rush
Lets we would not cover distance from here

But being you, and I as I am
At dawn we would come down to a temperate end
Both wet, and smelling good, you will look good too
Your smile would resemble mine

And then
In each, we would find a road
To travel again, and forever

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