In the space between heartbeats sundial

Do the dead lie in summer meadows
hear a lark singing; ribbons
of music drifting down
in the space between heartbeats?

Or feel the warmth of a lover’s breath
a soft intermittence caressing hair
and skin; unspoken promise
in the space between heartbeats?

Or drift along green-arched streams
catching the eddies of dreams,
the long slow swell of silence
in the space between heartbeats?

 

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