Time Will Foster ClosenessA Poem by kris reedFor a friend who's deer (June 2013)In the secrets told behind a mind
lies Where we cross our eyes And try staring into each other’s
word
I watch children to adult bodies’
bine As my fingers twine in thine And mine lips kiss songs
currently unheard
I smell scars on memories gaffed To fingers craft And waft dreams hewn from the
earth
Together they face trials That alone can’t bring smiles And wile away their lives in
mirth
I hear whispered tales Of future fables And gabled hearts separate, come
home
I see all glory and delight Where fears confront flight And sight stops an absent roam
But now I am here So far from one who’s deer And near worries of the future’s
play
I stand alone Trying to rip roots from bone And tone past tragedies into clay
You travel broad To learn clarity from fraud And laud stories of a child grown
You inspire in me what’s right As I try to cure my blight And ignite a mature soul to the
throne
Still I hold a terrible fright That my feelings can’t fight And slight memories demons alone
That your future has been cast My love came last And past without a moan
But in this moment writ There is only one thing to admit And omit the time it takes to get
there
I want to tell each other stories To hold one another through
forays And unbury the future’s care
Though its time has not yet come I speak of it and shun And thum’ my way to loneliness
So to stop my mind from lying Into your words I’m buying And trying to know that only
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