I wanted to fold into you
Press beyond dream and need,
Know nothing of one, nor the
other –
Just find the words to a song
I knew before I was born.
The air is thick
We breathe as if under water,
Voices hushed
And trees bending as river weed
-
Words born before language
arrived.
Four notes
Played in their own time and
space
Flowers born into the light,
Timid, hesitant, undemanding –
Beauty needing to be known.
At some point in the night
I reached across to touch your
skin
Just knowing your presence
alive,
Sufficient for the dream to
cascade
Into cadences of light shading
into light.
Dancing lightly in winter’s eye
Scarce time to learn of regret
It will end, transform itself
into spring –
Finding another path to the
beginning.
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