Day 239: Silent Night

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and thus,
we enter
into this
silent
night.

when hope becomes a pensive promise
and i dare to think
that one day
i will wake
to find a love
that loves
in return.

i press my lips
to cloak the smile
of sanguine anticipation,
for all that we could become,
in one another’s
witness,

under the light
of a large,
white
star.

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it is quiet here,
now,

while we wait.

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what pain of labor will we endure?
what lengths of time
will pass ’tween each contraction?

years maybe,
i think.

until the pressure
of living
in these two strange and separate worlds
erupts in groan and celebration.

 

in that silent night,
when no matter in the world
matters so much
as the loved to the beloved,

the snow will fall
like
muted,
motionless
tears
of
joy

and the earth will spin without us.

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