+--+
We meet again,
my friend.
I've dreamt too long,
traveled too far
to pace these
emerald shores.
Spying for a glimpse
of your shadow slipping
betwixt the cattails
and sunken lilies.
+--+
I've much to offer,
much to talk about.
Friend.
I would be pleased
to spend these
twilight hours
with you.
+--+
Alas, you lay
in weeds of deception
behind that foul
rippled glass.
Mockful of my offerings,
toying with my repose.
Knowing,
it's you
I crave.
+--+
To grasp your life,
in bloodstained hands
pry out those flaccid eyes,
then devour your flesh.
And keep portraits
of your demise
to cherish
for all time.
+--+
Frustration erupts,
on invisible lines
and barbed steel.
Weaving throughout
every path you cross.
with inevitable charm.
Employed to deliver
your final
asthmatic
breath.
Still you slip,
through my vise
triumphant, again.
+--+
At last,
the remnants
of the sun
fall behind
the pines.
I, worn and weary
return to my chariot
riding into eastern winds.
Home.
Laying on the summer's
bed of greenest grass
with mind clearer
than the purest sky.
The stars speak
and for once
I understand.
"In the end of everything,
it's not what you've gained or lost
but what you've left behind."
+--+
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