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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=476676" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>If Only I Could Remember You As You Were</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">If only I could remember you as you were <br>for a few, brief radiant moments as indelible <br>as light in space and not as time would have it<br>the way things have changed. To see you <br>lingering in the doorway on a winter night, <br>the snow lying lightly on your hair like the Pleiades <br>over your shoulder descending below the treeline<br>as if it knew more about saying good-bye than you did, <br>and o how I loved you for it. If only I could <br>remember that lonely ghost of a mirage <br>that hovered over the watershed of your tears <br>and looked at me like the first lifeboat <br>you'd seen in a thousand years respond <br>to your s.o.s. in a hourglass. If only I could remember<br>the fragrance of the summer rain on your skin <br>as if it had mistaken you for one of the flowers <br>and how I used to like wiping your tears away <br>with my opposable thumb like plum blossoms from your cheeks. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Eternity coming to the surface of time <br>like old corduroy roads and bones in a makeshift graveyard. <br>Not likely I'll ever see you again in this life<br>but if only I could remember you before circumstance <br>underwhelmed itself and killed the ambiance <br>of our last dance by turning all the lights on at once.<br>But there you go, no help for it. The nightbird <br>transits the moon and the eternal sky as is said in Zen <br>doesn't inhibit the flight of the white clouds. <br>And this moment, too, though it's endured <br>a thousand deaths to come to this afterlife, <br>always saying good-bye to some aspect of you <br>that symbolizes the evanescence of love and life <br>in metaphors that buff the open wound <br>like scar tissue on the moon, like fireflies <br>welding living insights into the dead brain coral<br>of this encyclopedic coma life <br>can sometimes seem without you, even after <br>all these ensuing misadventures it would take a fire <br>and half a dozen bottles of wine to tell you about <br>if only I could remember you as you once were <br>like the lamb that laid down with the lion without fear. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">For light years, images of you have flashed out of the abyss <br>as sharp and quick and vital as moonlight <br>wielding a sabre, or a bird quickened by a purpose<br>out of the unknown into the unknown <br>and I recognize them as blossoms that have blown <br>far from the tree that was lovelier <br>than the whole orchard to me, though angels <br>attended upon it like scripture from its roots to its leaves, <br>you were the locust tree with your demonic thorns <br>I wanted to tear my heart on like a rag of blood <br>on the galactic razorwire that encircled your heart <br>like a storm of dark matter with unlimited potential <br>for creative destruction that got the light out of the way <br>long enough for us to see what glowed behind it. <br>If only I could remember you as you were <br>when we both made eye-contact with each other <br>like exo-planets in the void, and understood spontaneously <br>it wasn't going to take much of a wavelength <br>for either of us to understand this immediately<br>as if we could read each other's shadows like Mayan calendars. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Water hemlock, wild parsnip, sometimes <br>the memories scald like volcanic dew on bare skin, <br>but seldom have I ever regretted <br>that I lived through you for awhile, <br>when the stars raged in my heart like a madman <br>obsessed by the crazy wisdom of a woman <br>who had the wingspan of a bow on a bent event horizon<br>but knew enough about compassion <br>to push the burning arrow of my fascination with her <br>all the way through like a blood sacrifice to love and life<br>and the mystery that moved in the darkness up ahead <br>like the fork in the road that separated us, <br>like a wishbone that had granted all it had to give.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">How tenderly painful the brevity of what <br>we actually relive again as if some moments in life <br>are illuminated by a different light than that <br>we read by in bed late into the night <br>looking for translucency in the windows of insight<br>that keep on opening their eyes in this recurrent dream <br>like the black waterlilies of new moons coming into bloom.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Patrick+White">Patrick White</a><div class=q>
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for a few, brief radiant moments as indelible 
as light in space and not as time would have it
the way things have changed. To see you 
lingering in the doorway on a winter night, 
the snow lying lightly o..."></div>
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