A red doll

—winds trail the paths you left upon
in years of yore and setting suns
as merely a child, you took my heart
sprinkled simplicities of your innocent way
and though faces could fly so far apart
your presence in life to have lived without,
I knew somehow from the very start
death would become half of me—inside of me
around me and would bind my feet and arms
bind me to the earth; earth of stone,
in age of old to have died alone

I see you clearly through nights of autumn
the crystal dark skies so abundantly
tell of time's images flying from me,
away, like dreams vanishing in our wake
I will always feel the missing inside me
and hold to a time my heart transformed
from dark pillowed dust from where
I found, my escapes—my ways away from life
to run—

if only a moment to return the years—
brought back the crackled grins of cheer,
or if, in sprinkled rain, may come
soft reflections time bestows on one
who stands alone, if then, to grasp the withered stone—
to clutch the days forever gone. Oh if only a far tone,
to rekindle the fire from within your life—the song,
or glimmering shimmers of an autumn night,
like this one, to have placed you in my light,

and never to leave you this far, alone.

Mona (247)
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