I'd hoped that it might seem as one

by Steve King

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I’d hoped that it might seem as one,

that each new treasure of intent

would gather inward every charm,

alone to each new moment then,

without beginnings, without end.

The issue of unsettling dreams

would scuttle back beneath the lees,

the tolling of uncertainty

displaced by melodies begun.

Desires one never knew to spend

might seize such moments to contend.

Yet every doubt shall resurrect

to seed new dreams and break amends,

undoing all prospective notes,

to quell new dawns with clouded suns.

And all invention soon erased

by tides of tears that need not wait

for virgin moons to call them out,

far wishes glinting there, dark stars.

            The resting place of all appeal

            is quiet soon and battened fast,

each unrecounted mood abates

to where silence must congregate,

the words gone still to mend a peace,

and linger always out of reach.

And all that was important then

seems sunk to nothingness

again.


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