Woven

You're somewhere in last night, all tangled up
In mixed memories of quicksilver shudders,
Pain like pleasure like pain, brimming cup
Of drowning joys, sweet fearful heart flutters.
You're somewhere in today senselessly real;
Sleep sure in impossible perfection,
Curled with the poets' hearts you must steal
To their darkly rapturous delection.
You're somewhere in tomorrow, one sure light
In trembling hopes, naked but inspired,
Tempestuously tossed in triumphant night
Lit by freeing joys that won't expire.
You're somewhere in my soul- not bound fast,
But woven through my fabric to the last.

poem written by JASON PAUL FOX.
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