DE JA VOU

I've seen your
face before
been to this
place before...
known your soul before
you are indeed to me...
a haunting de ja vou.

three shades of me
of you mingling in
a mix of whites and greys.
three shapes you
in a site of misty me.

de ja vou... do you remember me?
de ja vou... do you recall when we
1st cultivated this sight
this sound... out by the sea?

a de ja vou... a view of me... a
spew love so long ago... that
I had thought
might be for we forever
and we'd never fade to black
if only... I and you
my lovely de ja vou...
would let... it be.

you said it's better that
we let go of these
lasting past life memories
but I swear I cannot
forget you... I miss you de ja vou...

you so unalike now
than any other... this
judge of every other love
too pain-filled for me... to see..
a distilled pull of what
to me was once... so much
of what was once... so rich to me.

a de ja vou... the sentiment
of you... so full of such
so full of what was once
this... old story that was told
a lost epic of my own
this stolen epithet
of my... inner experience

this now only rich in
what comes rushing in
again in this my lonely live
of life without thee by the
shore of me.

de ja vou... are you
remembering me
and that beautiful time of
we so way back when?
so... way back when I knew
that I could breathe
and live with you
beneath the ocean's roar
forever and ever
and ever... de ja vou?

I used to submerge with you
back then... you were the
mermaid sleeping
underwater.

I but a simple initiate
gone down
the twenty-eight steps
each reach to next
the levels of my temple
by the sea.

ahh... de ja vou... don't you
remember me?
I gone down to drown myself
in the lovely deep of thee.
an entry of the thrust of me
into the mystery of this thy
beautiful world... of words?

the best days of me
ALL ways were spent
as a night with you...
a de ja vou... the read of me.
a ride of tide... into
that life which I used
to dream of in this deep.

this... see beneath
of my submerge
I to but be... a re-emerge
into the sublime.... after the
bubbling baptismal of my

mumbles
and my tones
my bubble and
my groans thus
only loaned to me
temporarily
in the vision of you...
my… de ja vou.

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