Sunday, April 2, 2017


April 1, 2017

When you sat waiting
looking away from the paper,
waiting for the certain thing,
the image, the talisman
did it come in a flash?
a falcon of a realization
diving right into your heart?

When he became your vision
you created a beloved
more lovely than anyone, ever.
For you,
this light animated the whole world.
Waterfalls sang his songs,
leaves quivered his messages.

When did you know that beauty 
is not nearly enough?

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