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Catch a star as you walk along the shore
of ever forgotten rhythms lost
to history. Witness
a lifespan
now gone.
Forgive me for the lies told at the door
where I walked out. It would cost
everything, a sickness
that would burn man
to dawn.
There lays some unknown emotion. Adore
what lasts here and now as a soft
quilt made to last. Cygnus
will rise to span
upon.
The world is vast and small. All is folklore
in the end. Song will live aloft
the winds found within us
as what began
lives on.
Lighthouse
forever roads
Memory
This is a chain of Sicilian quintains, or a linked quintain poem. 'Quin' from the Latin word for five, because they are five-line stanzas. Words from each stanza rhyme with words from previous or succeeding stanzas. I'm not saying that to sound smart, because it actually took me a long length of time to first see it.
Your poem is terrific. I know there's a weariness there, but the flow of your words, and expressiveness of the words remind me of your early poems, which are the happiest and brightest poems I know. So to have both conditions exist, the weariness and the loveliness . . . it kindles an unique feeling. 
