
I stir the pain and promise
of another day
living amongst the calmest tides, and
between thin wispy clouds
I await
the love within this shroud
knowing the pain delivered is filled with gold
hues
and ambiguity among truths
birthed
within the mountains cold
and dark, living inside me a mark
filled with the void of time
sung from my fingertips, to the
mountain tops
I slip
into a reverie and cannot exist
a moment longer
than is needed
I withdraw
and await the heeded, love
I hope
to carry me into the gates of my beloved
where love’s already been seeded
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