The steam rising off
the river
Reminds me of the ghostly
vapors of
spirits.... lingering
Warmer than the
weathered
souls
around them
Rise, they do, yet never
to ascend fully
Here for moments
or millennia
Time is a trap for
a ghost
Love rises like this
Warmer than us, here
lingering
Fingered vapors wrapping
round our weathered
souls
Never quite letting us
go
For the linger of love
lives in the rivers
running between us
We rise repeatedly
But do we ever ascend
fully?
Or are we lost in the linger
of moments for
millennia?
The ghosts of lost loves
often linger
Here... above the river
of our lives
Love rises like this
Warmer than us, here
lingering
Fingered vapors wrapping
round our weathered
souls
Never quite letting us
go
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