| Bygone
Shangri La
on an abandoned table
a candle glows
burning the darkness
into cobwebbed corners
flickering in this
rain-scented hush
there is a phantom lover’s dance
floating across these worn floors
tonight paradise’s ghost hovers
searching for a bygone Shangri la
once so sure was I of we
laughing in the sun I did not see
as unheeded our tomorrows slept
stabled in dark shadows
while I, play filled
lost sight of endings
in desire’s deep cup
now, I recall that even then
your laugh was changing
distant differences echo
single endings are seldom found
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