
You were here today,
walking
to and fro upon my memories
as I prayed,
redirecting my histories
down the avenue of your truth.
While oceans of time
regressed
at your touch till my heartache was erased
by the opening of the eastern gate;
my new past emerging with a blink
and rippling your cause down waves
of possibility.
You sat
And shared your electric
gaze, shining into my garden
so that my tree would sprout
out of season, fully grown,
bowed down
and heavy with fruit.


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