That Place Called Day(For Fran) Poem by Dónall Dempsey
That Place Called Day(For Fran)
Later when I looked
for you
(you were gone)
you had turned
into Time
your hair
turned into time
your tears
turned into Time
nothing I could hold
nothing I could touch
(love trying to hold
on to everything)
as the winds of Time
...blew it all away.
I walked away
into that place
called
Day
(you know that place)
between morning & night
that place
where you
no longer are
that place
that you have left
that place where you exist
only
in my mind.
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4/28/2024 1:10:03 AM # 1.0.0.1119
...that place called Day... a poem is so very impregnated with love, a pure clean love, the one which often exists in a parallel world of our existence, the one who you sometimes see sitting on a bench, in a park, in a passing bus... A ghostly love, but so sweet...