Pieces of a Dream
Poetry for Guérin
I gather your pieces,
I keep them with my own amongst the open hearts of others
in this Sea of souls,
until before too long or a hundred thousand moments from here — whichever comes later.
According to ‘they’ — it’s already late in the day,
but our spirits remain precisely on time as we go on and on trading stories paying homage in kind.
We watch from a distance — the illusion of the Sun going down…