February 16, 2023
I feel you slipping away
when stars turn on
up there.
The birds are silent
asleep in the fields
and still is the sea.
I think in silence.
I can hear her footsteps
and slow the fear
of the eternal night and
the unknown
takes up space
until sleep comes and
then the morning.
It’s dawn
with the first colors
of the news coming day
that rekindles the meaning of things and
I go back to feeling life again
with its perfumes
its flavors
the ancient rhythms of things.
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