when they came as whispers,
were like footsteps upon the river -
floating and pondering, gently
defying gravity (they really did shine
like stars). But you told me
how they always wane and fade,
to disappear into awkward translations:
leaving you behind
in echoless silence. I wonder
if you'll ever know how close
they were to being a miracle
when they shone upon the ripples
of wind and water? I wonder if
you'll ever know
about the warmth they gave the world.
I got shivers reading the last lines of this. I'm so happy to see this nominated. I felt gentleness in this, warmth, this voice that speaks and guides.... and then that sadness, of not being recognized, not fully used and appreciated. Perhaps, not fully heard in the right way.