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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=477061" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>You Never Became A Memory</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">You never became a memory. <br>You remain as you are in my life.<br>A living compassionate presence.<br>I have forgotten more of me <br>than I ever could of you. <br>Whenever I want to see beyond the light<br>I see through your eyes <br>everything you wanted to show me <br>that was not petty or tragic or cruel. <br>I was a profound fool <br>but you taught me how <br>to add my darkness to the night<br>to enhance the shining. <br>And even now <br>when things aren't flowering well<br>I still reach out for you by deepening my roots.<br>As if I could touch your face again <br>like a muse of water<br>lost in her own reflection.<br>As if I could ignite the same fires again<br>that blossomed on the dead branch<br>of the witching wand <br>that inspired the stars<br>who thought they had seen everything <br>to marvel at their own perfection in you.<br>Inspiratrix of the blue waterstars <br>that burned like chandeliers<br>among the constellations of the lilies <br>pluming themselves like swans<br>in the feathers of the moon, <br>how I long to be eclipsed and enlightened again <br>like a chameleon reflecting the mood of your beauty<br>as I did before these windows came<br>like glass-eyed calendars between us<br>to prove that time isn't space. It's pain.<br>And change is an absolute <br>that doesn't like its relatives. <br>My angel misses you. <br>My demon misses you<br>so badly at times <br>I can't look into the abyss for long <br>without impeaching my mind <br>for its awareness of an emptiness <br>that aches like an existential absurdity<br>to be put out of its misery<br>for being born blind deaf and dumb<br>about whose wind on the waters is rocking <br>the cradles and crucibles of creation. <br>The Medusa holds her tits out <br>like snakepits and grails <br>and I never know which one to drink from<br>or if the poison and the antidote <br>are just the opposite fangs of the moon <br>as it grows through its waxing and waning<br>as if a physician found a way <br>of healing herself <br>by sloughing her wounds like skin.<br>The mindstream weaves its way at night <br>like a garden snake<br>through myriad blades of grass <br>like the shuttle of a loom<br>that doesn't know what theme of life <br>unspools in the flowing. <br>And my eyes miss you like light.<br>I'm a lighthouse on the shore of a dead sea <br>trying to walk on water like the moon <br>as the waves chip away at me <br>like shale flakes off the cold stone<br>that edges slowly through my heart like a thorn. <br>And it may make a king of me <br>to draw the sword out of the stone <br>but that doesn't close the wound <br>of having first to fall upon it<br>to vacate my throne with honour.<br>If life is the truth<br>then lying is the only way <br>to describe death to a god <br>who doesn't understand it. <br>What's a church without gravestones? <br>Aspiration without an expiry date? <br>And so many different kinds of death<br>not enough generations of humans <br>have been born yet to know them all. <br>Death tries to trivialize the relative <br>as if the things I miss most about you<br>had never been.<br>But your mindwaters are mingled with mine inextricably<br>like the shoreless starstreams of space <br>panning for planets in our flowing<br>we might live on<br>and have our being and our breath <br>unblighted by loss. Separation. Death.<br>And there is no more of the sadness<br>I used to see in your eyes<br>as if they were my own <br>that I still see everywhere in the eyes of all living things<br>when I know as you would have had me know<br>as clearly as you did <br>that even though the neverness <br>of implacable circumstances and lost last chances <br>may have separated us like the threads of the rope <br>you used to climb up to heaven before me <br>like one who took the short-cut <br>and one who took the long way home through these starfields<br>taking his painful time<br>like the unfulfilled hope of a child <br>he's not alone when he opens his eyes<br>like a dream within a dream <br>that looks but can't find him, <br>you can polish the missing into a mirror <br>and wait like a fox by a black hole for things to appear<br>that will never be the same again <br>or you can open your tears like windows <br>and let out the birds of pain <br>that I have kept as close to me <br>as the whisper of your voice<br>in this cold, dark chimney<br>telling me to let you go as I do now<br>to rejoice on the dead branch and the green bough<br>like the flower and flame <br>of what became of us.<br>We cannot be the song or the singer <br>for very long <br>as our voices dim like candles in the darkness<br>that have given it all away.<br>And as you used to say<br>as if it would always be today without you <br>and all we have given is all we could keep of each other<br>like water returned to the river <br>we raised to our lips to taste <br>the sad, last drops <br>of these eyeless elixirs of the moon<br>that linger like vapours <br>in the empty goblets of the morning glory, <br>and I need to believe you more than I do<br>in this neverness of now<br>that has come before me without a beyond<br>or a word from all that has irrevocably gone.<br>Yes. But the singing. That goes on.</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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You remain as you are in my life.
A living compassionate presence.
I have forgotten more of me 
than I ever could of you. 
Whenever I want to see beyond the light
I see through your eyes 
everything you wanted to show m..."></div>
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