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Everywhere I go, I find a poet has been there before me.
-Sigmund Freud
My Beloved Dead
When I close my eyes I behold you
Communal weaver of my life
You drift into my day dreams
And my night dreams
With sweet remembrances
Can you see me? I miss you
Were did you go when you folded up your tent?
Out of my grasp, the grasp of fingers and mind
Are you still with me, and are you somewhere else all at once?
Did you become all-wise like God
Do you now the secrets now?
Can you see me? I miss you
When I pause for a moment
I miss you
I miss you…right here…in my heart
Your locket, your painting, the bits you left behind
Can transport me to another time
Can you see me? I miss you
In the past you are still present
I have a “knowing” I’ll greet you again
Is it possible, do you think
Can we connect in the NOW?
The NOW of veils
Can you see me? I miss you
What would you say, what lesson would you teach to me
To the world in illusion
Our dramas, our pains, our fears separate
It’s easier to talk to the dead than to each other
Each Other
Can you see me? I miss you
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