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"Happy Easter" just does not roll off the tongue very well. Not that I go around wishing everyone well, but it came up a couple of times at work. I stumbled over a reply each time. Well, just a thought. The holiday is kind of overrated - another Christian/pagan amalgamation. So I made my semi-annual appearance at church. Good sermon, I guess. The pastor did some name-dropping from The Odyssey and The Hobbit. Didn't see that one coming from an Easter message. He's a really intelligent guy - had lunch with him once.

It has been quite some time since I threw down some poetry on the ol' blog here. Enjoy, I guess.

I see sunlit gutters on cloudy days
Illuminating the cobblestone path to a salvation of choice
And the days pass on by like floats in parade
Like the sad "click click" of a tired metronome.

I see deserts made of memories
Buffeted by swirling winds of regret
I remember you as well, as I never fail to do
As a steady stream of colors draped over my waking life
As a gentle hum eminating from the darkened corners of my mind.

I see none of the details anymore
Just as the tides wash away fresh footprints
Leaving only the feeling behind
Just as the blurry past plays looped
In the abandoned cinema behind my eyes.

It's hard to see your image at all
Time has been quitely bleaching it clean
From the walls inside my head
Inevitably, though, one day the clicks will cease
And the slow parade will draw to a close
And on that day, perhaps will end
My starving sense of lonely longing for you.