From Me

I woke anew

to the music of the

world surrounding me.

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A silent song

that you can’t actually hear,

still it exists.

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Do you remember

the old rivers running strong

through the mountains?

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How the sun

would paint our necks and

leave us breathless?

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Or the moon,

close to full, sending us

into an abandon?

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Old Jack hardly

breathing, yet still writing poems

to the world.

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Can a life

really be so full that

it doesn’t explode?

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Or are we

all lost to the last

rays of sun?

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In a moment,

a cackle of birds singing

songs to you.

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In the morning,

seeing your reflection, a revelation:

something looking back.

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So small, so

simple, it could dissolve at

any moment.

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Yet it doesn’t,

it remains, that flicker of

a flame holds

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Against a wind

and it whispers something silent

into your ear.

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A secret moment

that vanishes in an instant,

but lingers forever.

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There’s the sun,

shining onto your street outside,

welcoming the day.