At
night as
I came to grips
with my sleep I asked
how can you step so sweetly
in the green light of your knowing
without the brilliance of your clean boot
casting a shadow upon their table of hopes
inflaming their condemnation to their own peril
for you love them so deeply and truly like water
flowing freely around their frozen forms in time
sometimes growing sluggish like old honey
you have waited so long for this moment
that as it arrives you hesitate in love
carefully watching your shadows
growing longer by the day
loving them more by
the night of
their own
darkness
How you are
pleases me beyond
any hope of saying in words
in the truth I am coming to see before'
this long awaited leap can arrive complete
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Photo: Marc Adamus
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