To A Wedding Guest

Faces that come and go
on this highway of life
while some fades away, a few
are etched forever in our memories.
Sustained by the silence
of our impassioned thoughts
and nourished through the sighs, they grow
like a mushroom cloud on the eastern sky.
The silver moon weaves
a chain across the world
as those faces haunt and adorn
the sweetest and most sacred of all the dreams.
Though the spark in the end
wounds nothing but the heart,
the little mark it leaves behind
is much deeper than it might ever seem.


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