February 10, 2012

In shifting flicker on the water
The blot of white behind the trees
A moment seeing two birds flying
Shooting out from grass to sky.

The light unpeeling in your eye
Is like bells shining sound into an unlit day…

Every chime of darkness is contained;
Each tearful recoil into what is lost;
The staggering recall of broken time;
The heavy smudge of wasted hope;
The grief that, yesterday, felt so healed…

All is echoed in the river’s dance
Brought home to where the heart can roost
And take flight like birds between grass and sky
Silhouetting a dance to the tune of your cry.

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