THE TIDES

There is a breath between seasons.

A gasp of release, the unwrapping of air

stretching over, reaching out to the beyond.

 

A passing absence fades into misty footsteps,

where shadows meet, blending with voices

in a breeze of change.

 

Forcibly, like tides and the passage of rivers

we accept the silence of what happens until the

unfolding of the new attracts us.

 

….and yet,

dark remains unchangeable, stars bristle like

white fire burning in the infinite black and

angels remain untouchable as the seasons

swell and recede without command.

 

 

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