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Each of us echoed
You can't have my heart
where it lives too unseen but unforgiven
for its crimes or victories against anyone.
But to chose a heart means to forget that birds leaves their homes
when Winter comes only if they've learned to fly.
While each of us echoed like a drop of rain in the spring
we also saw each sign pointing us to what might be
the best of all possible futures.
And in that smile I saw every double rainbow
and every promise met with more than just a word.
In that darkness there was a changing eye
that came to see with or without blindness
because light itself makes no difference.
What we are was there as plainly as if we'd shouted it
to reveal more bodies than shadow had come into the night
And we slept and we wept as we needed
so that the next time might be different.
We've stopped remembering what verse should follow next
or which existence proceeeds our essence
by thelight of the full moon.
Each of us knew that it meant something
but were at a loss to explain why we all fell silent
in its presence.
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A poem about the hope that comes with being true.