The mystery is
in the darkness
in your hunter's gaze.
The islands your eyes
shy in the ocean breeze.
The tides your feet
skip in the pulse of night,
the sun’s rays scan the
waves for light,
the stars string themselves
out, and
your rhythm
keeps them
in place.
You’re the summerstorm
in my heart,
that the last leaf of autumn
never touches. You,
time and droplet
bring to one ending,
one place called home.
One river runs
deep as the earth,
as long as the night.
One song becomes the only moment.
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