Erich Michaels
Make me forget
For even just a second
That I’m going to die alone
Make me want nothing more
Than to wipe away your tears
Forgetting my own
Knowing our sorrow’s tributaries
Share the same source
Jagged disappointments smoothed
By years of melancholy currents
Our very roots penetrating
Dense, ancestral, red clay
Laden with heart’s blood
Distract me
From the need to crawl
Into some dark, unknown corner
Surrendering myself to the stillness
Show me that our words
Even the desiccated ones
Are tumbleweeds
Rolling across lost landscapes
Leaving seeds of inspiration
Show me that today’s atrophy
Is overridden by tomorrow’s triumphs
That your faith in me
Was warranted
That love
Was not wasted
That stillness
Is irrevocable
That light can penetrate
The deepest of darknesses
Show me…
I feel this
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That’s a wonderful compliment…thank you!
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