No longer do I wander.

by Poet on the Piano   Jul 27, 2021

She speaks to me in vibrancies
I've never known,
and slowly, the gray fades
from my skin.

I've seen glimpses of the
world through her,
her heart - a telescope of
agony and pain and carnage,
yet such wounds never
dim her spirit.

There is music in her
presence; songbirds
trail her shadow.
She composes me into
the fullest bloom,
an ever-growing garden.

The restless nights
are fewer now;
she is in every note
of the wind,
every hue on the horizon

and I finally can rest,

knowing her melodies
heal the grief stirring
in my bones.


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