Deja Vu

Like errant children
words will scurry from a dream.
You want to chase them back and take control
before the night may blow its parting kiss,
and disappear.

So full of mirth,
they cross the misty cliffs into the sun,
so reticent to turn and take your hand.
No matter; they are gone.

And so you sweep away the dust
and rub your eyes, remembering
this cumbersome embodied world
your midnight chariot deceived--
remembering so faintly now
the galaxies you passed,
a distant life that for a single hour
you could touch once more,

and not the least of all
your own sweet laughing Juliette
who once again lies still and cold
upon her slab of stone.
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