Hours Alone

“Stand still, O Beautiful End, for a moment,
and say your last words in silence.”
From ‘The Gardener’ by Rabindranath Tagore

There is a long string of thought
That extends to the end
Of consciousness
With knots tied here and there
To get a good grip
On the moments and years.

I pull in the old knots
Like a lobsterman
To remember a night
In the middle of the lake
Lit by stars so bright
That water twinkled in time
With the waves that we wore.

There is a long string of thought
Of which you are one thread
Whose end I never wanted to hold.

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