Day 218: Pink and Blue

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i do not have words tonight,
my love.

the wind took them from my mouth
when it opened
to utter
all that there was
to say.

could we stand instead
where the moon ascends
in paling pink and see-through blue
and usher out the day?

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my heart needs rest tonight,
my love.

could you lend a lingering hand;
to brush across the shoulder blade
and wipe the weary away?

could you cage this aging frame
and hold it still again
that the minutes stop their spin?

 

o, look how halos rise in the delaying dim of day.

 

could we rest in halcyon witness
to the sound of no one speaking
and flesh out hollowed corners
of memory and hope?

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stand with me now,
my love,

and watch as the world fills
with weight and wonder,
and swoon with me,
and sway with me,
in the volume of it all,

and land within reach of me
my love,

tonight.

in rising halos,
in pink and blue,

reach.

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