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acceptance, adjustment, change, constellations, destiny, fate, grace, life, love, stars, time
how I wish
I were immune
to the rising fault of tides
to the shift that
breaks my rhythm
sets my heart adrift
to the strangeness
born of midnight
a voice inside my head
books I’ve long forgotten
lay open on my bed
that I would
this dream remember
like the first
I held of you
when tides were low
moonlight fell
against the pines –
as life I didn’t know
I didn’t know –
a part of me
mistaken for another
left behind
. . .
This is beautiful!
Thank you so much, my dear!
Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet.
the rhythm of those days abides in the heart, easing the ebb and flow of new moons and tides
Carrying us always to home ❤