The arc of time
Meets the uncertainty of circumstance
And what’s yours becomes mine.
Embracing each other in this tuneless dance.
The soft bustle of birds
Outside the darkened window at dawn
Means more than her tangle of words
Ever could, especially now that she’s gone.
You feel the intensity of life
Connected mysteriously to the hum in your mind.
It plays over the top of the melody of strife.
Wonders you’ve searched for but couldn’t find.
Cut loose the dark ties
That kept you prisoner for years.
You are free- such bright eyes
As you move miles away from irrational fears.
You have what you need.
It has always been there.
Just water the seed
And tend it with care.
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