He Said To Me

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I need to move

from Earth

I need to make space

as if I were a creator

or creative, of some sort

I need to mark

from Intention

I need to mean something

as if they’d someday speak

Or marvel, of the firmament

Good Way

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I am an appointment
Admittedly one for which you and I
Know not the time or the place
You will show, dear one
On time

On purpose, I am
Not a side-trip or just-passing-through
The destination you charted and planned
You will know my name
With time

The neighborhood, am I!
The where you grew up and longingly miss
The haunt of where you’ve not yet lived
You will call me Home
In time

Remembered

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He
With a clarinet voice in June 
On a lone sun day sang his joy us tune
What a gift was he

Me
On a journey that won’t end soon
Thru windows without strings calling the moon
He’ll remember me