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such is the stillness
when we have touched
in longing and in the bluest of a flames
it is then
when we have bathed the depths of our hearts
with the warmth of tears
it is then
that these adornments
these gifts
of the softest of lights
... .sends me to quiver
... .as the quill upon the wind
.. .a ballet…comprised of radiant beauty
dulling the sagacity of stars
dusting the simplicity of moonbeams
with illusions of true silence
it is then…I know
that what was once despaired of
that was once etched into a river
to be traced with the admonishments of simple stones
has been polished by the kiss of angels
.. .and in this.. .awakening... a reflection.. . .
brilliant in humility and constant in the clarity
of this mingling of innocence…
within it
I have been lit... .. .unfurled
and lost as ribbons in torrid seas
to flower within the intimacy of this beauty.. .
I know only one constant
feel one touch
survive
with only one breath of this heaven. ..
for there is no other voice in God's realm
that could engulf this radiance... .as yours. . ..
so encircle this birth
as sun drops will fall to earth
to let it be known
that you sing.. … …to me
that in these cupped hands I will hold your words..
...your songs.. . .
to string these pearls of an ocean
that only our eyes
will see... .. . . .
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