Day 198: Shape of Arcs

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somewhere,
under water,
beneath blue,
in waves of light

i float with you

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we’re weightless motion
making the shape of arcs.

we bridge one to the other
and back again.

under ice, we embrace.

there’s a vacuum of time
and there’s limitless space.

 

and in that somewhere,
there’s a peace
that comes,
so surprising and strange
like the smell of roses
on winters wind.

it fills us –
like only peace can fill us –
when we remember
that spring will come again

 

it must.
it must.
it’s in its nature to arrive,
despite the cold.

 

eternal green,
earth unseen,
bring me sight of sun.
for i can feel the roses in you
forcing buds undone.

 

give me thorn to prick my reason,
give me heat to melt old seasons,
and break the ice
in our blue somewheres
that we might shape our arcs again
in warmer, open air.

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