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I Am Bone Tired
Lyrion ApTower

I am bone tired from traveling that last hard mile with you.
The blasted holes and smoking stumps along the way
have drained the sun from me.
So heavy, so heavy--this weight of tears, this burden of love.
Yet were you to ask, my heart would leap
and drop all trophies to walk with you again.
How flimsy is weariness when balanced against
One more glimpse, one sound, one touch of you?

Come back! There are still more words to find,
more heart to open.
My conceit decrees that it is not Your Time
Listen--I will say when--and it is not now!
And who am I to decide your date? I will tell you.
I am the one who washed your feet,
wiped your sweat, smelled your fear,
And still held on. I am the one who loved beyond pain,
through exhaustion,
past stench, beyond doubt.

Yet if the sands of time in both worlds were poured out for me
Could I stop your coach from its homeward journey
or ease the wrenching of your death?
When the sun is gone I look inside for illumination
At the dark of moon a question forms slowly--
For whom do I mourn?
You--now whole and free, dancing in the light;
Or me--wandering my hard last mile
without your frail arm to guide me?

Lyrion ApTower, HPS 1998
We'Moon '09
Gaia Rhythms for Womyn
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