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Companion of a Million Years
~ when skies turn heretic ~
In the time
an autumn leaf
turns in the wind
you turned away.
And now,
my
companion of a million years,
I believe only
in the burin
and copperplate
manipulated by
thick hands of existence,
and worm-spaces
won by savage combat.
O companion of a million years,
whom I met
not so long ago
in the waist of an hourglass —
a million years are, oh!
billions of sighs,
murmurs and smiles,
and
you
breathed in each one.
And now
I believe only in
the end of time
and wish to hide
in the yellow eye of
a purple pansy,
whose soft
jowls tremble in a
twilight breeze…
O companion of a million years
Farida Haque
i write i paint i dream i weep
and so I am