What the Night Has to Say


The trees promise

to remember us

when we end


The water that is forever

darkening vows to carry

us in its hands


The earth’s long arms

swear to sing their lullaby

with two voices


So little the stone

that swallows our sadness

as if it knew the private language

of pain


So great the stars

that are never here

long enough

for counting


Listen to the night

as it flies from morning

on the backs of birds

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