Retrieved

Retrieved from the blur, the crowded spaces of days:

Time of my footsteps sounding
against a gravel path;

Time of the waves keeping time
alongside my thoughts;

Time of light and stone and the earth’s
slow shadows;

Time lived in the lines, the visions,
the word-trails of others;

Time lived in songs and stillness.

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I dream into the recurrence
of these moments retrieved, and let them go:

tealight candles in paper boats,
floating on mind’s
unquiet river.

 - Eduard Burle