Poetry

Last night the moon and the stars
Spoke to me about you

You are the gentle gardener of
The fine honey of promise

You are the seamstress whose nimble hands
Darn and stitch the empty pieces of
My life

My words cannot express my
Love and gratitude for you
The gray tangles of light
Greet me in the mystery of the morning

The silence pervades me
And I am reminded of the stillness and beauty
Of you

Today I will be quiet and live in the silence
Of your breath and being
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