i know the language
all too well
the wind
the river’s moan
a melody replayed
– falling water
o’er my soul

i hear the stars
feel their ache
each time
the light is gone
i know the way
a moment touches
everything
we know

i’ve made peace
and cursed a name
a kiss to burn the night –
slept in fields
where clover bent
the sky

i know the way
have passed it more than once
along the years
a break beneath
the branches –
as I am brought to tears

i know the language
all too well
the wind
the river’s moan

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