It's tomorrow and yesterday and today
when the clouds turn red
as the sun floats beneath the ocean of the Rockies
caressing the windshield of my rusting pick-up
blinding me
signaling a tomorrow that only comes
in our minds
and i'm glad for this eternal sequence
because when i see you
the wetness of your eyes
dark ponds shimmering and breathing in the night
the imperfections accentuating your beauty - a scar, an unsymmetrical hair
oh dark rose
and smell the you that survived the contaminants of the day
and watch your smile rise like the moon
i know that time does not move
and that regardless of the illusion
i will experience you eternally.
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