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An epilogue to the hours on a canvas
brushed with words
And the years reflected in a wavy mirror
Opaque images____ of spaces among spaces
I wander through dreams turned ashen
And feel the tremors of yesterday
Tapping on the door of my soul
Shrunken now to a hollow vessel
To ply the melancholy waters of night
With currents of starlight spreading
Through the skies like spilled milk
Passions run parallel with time
And swallow the distance___ of spaces within spaces
To fill them with sprays of bygone springs
When violets wore purple capes
And rain fell warm as throats
My memories thick and moist as sixteen
My feet tripping on dreams cluttering my path
My body now___ all but forgotten
It trails after me like an absent-minded apostrophe
Many spaces behind my memories
I wear them in a crown of thorns
To pierce my head with here and there people
Absent in time but fastened in my veins
Against my back they brush
In soft breaths of remembrances
Or in sudden shadows falling from trees
And when in a quiet sphere of night,
They pass across the moon
In slow-motion wing beats,
They whisper goodbye.

The End

Susan writes regularly for print magazines WestWard Quaterly, Pegasus and Hudson View.  Online she has poems and fiction on Ken Again, Smoking Poet, Eastown Fiction, Jerry Jazz Musician, Tryst 3, Word Salad and Pens On Fire to name a few.  In 2007 she won the grand prize for poetry from One Swan.  She had a chapbook on http://languageandculture.net and her chapbook Bending the Spaces of Time was runner up in a chapbook contest on Shadow Poetry and won first prize in JMW poetry contest with Sleep and the Way It Dreams.

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