We are just standing here
peeling bark from umber
trunk, showing her age
and waiting on proof. You
tell me this breeze shall
pass, this voice unlashed
against all this ridiculous
blue sky that defies the
ragged edges of this new
-world truth: we are one
and some old things are
done and some others are
changing, rearranging them
-selves into a new language
we can perhaps all speak.
We seek now only clasping
hands and the grace to stand
shoulder to shoulder again,
heart to heart again, soul to
soul again, ready to sing.
..
in april, we poem. together.
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On a positive note we can sing together apart. Though it will be nice to be soul to soul again.
Beautiful
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Had to share this. You wow me, De.