Our lives begin to end the day we become silent about things that matter

Sunday, April 09, 2006

Journey Through

Move with me under the stark
half form of an early moon.

Although the air is chilled
meet me there
to find a new spring.

Move fingers and tongue
alive as birds.

Can you hear them now
awaken as you walk

while my thoughts are
perched in trees,
rooftops and singing
to you.

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