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another one gone

another one gone
walking within death’s embrace
flowers to the sun

a scent of roses

a scent of roses
enfolding the ev’ning air
crescent moon rising

an edge of silver

an edge of silver
launched up from the horizon 
a drift of cold wind

ghosts of bad ideas

ghosts of bad ideas
whispering softly to me
gentle breeze of spring

a glimmer at night

a glimmer at night
peeking through the silhouette
moon over oakland