Incanto Dreams
P Patti Masterman
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Incanto dreams, filtering through nets of darkness:
A once-lived hourglass of hopeful mirage, fading
Hours drifting away; fickle youth, faithful maturity
Come back again like enchantments, to whisper of loss.
Charms given, and charms taken away again:
Full of moon, to no-where moon;
Smooth moon face, to crepe paper reflections-
Somewhere else, it surely goes on living.
Nothing always-new, and nothing gone to waste;
In the mirror, I see your eyes in mine,
And in the mirror, we are always the same person,
Facing backwards through time
Waiting again, for that first moment
When existence lit our tapers,
The universe blooming itself into cycles of desire,
Opening outward, only for our breathing presence.
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