Ashes to ashes. Stardust to stardust.
Not something you can take with you
But not something you can easily
Grow claws just to clutch at it for a
Best-kept second more.
Only these minutes
And just enough leeway
In between to say
Give me more time - I’ve got a few choice words
Why do ravens appear at my door and why do I catch fish with such
Clarity when every
Disturbance in the universe (could be?)
Is caused by the tiny spoons with which
And why should I be writing love songs under a different name
When I could be
Serenading the wreathed
Sirens that call me
As I go the distance before
There is no wonder more than this.
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I really have to say. This poem is beautiful. I'm tearing up.