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The Second Time I Saw You


Then you were no more

than a word unseen,

an opening on life once found

sounding on bare boards

on my curious way down

in the night shadow

to the door that was you.


To have wandered through your mind

imagining every shadow the actual you

Was a thought possessed by lightning

moonstruck on my memory

of your lips from where the words sprung,

those words encapturing

all sense of you in essence.


Our meeting came after

each step on uneven stairs

when music was heard

or the rhythm of sighs.

Your voice was a silence

I dared to echo

the second time I saw you.