…I will find once again the light of your beauty – your colored windows in the night…
you know the way of the wind in the night—the desolate alleys my soul takes
…you can’t be intimate unless you’re sensitive…
my soul has shadows – nooks and crannies where griefs, like cobwebs, collect
There must always be a secret to be unwrapped at Christmas—that’s the rule
…I look out at the world through your transparent face…
…God and your heart both whisper – incline your ear – don’t just learn from your head…
…I want to live doubly – first with you and then afterwards in memory …
you are a ring tone on the phone I didn’t answer
after life has broken you open, perhaps you may create art
I am a bed of sparks you breathe upon and kindle
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