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words are birds
eyes is sky
I write the word: I am behind it.
You read the word: you are before it.
We make a oneness, a reflection
two separate moments come together
but the word is still between us.
Someday there’ll be no words
someday we’ll simply be
like flutes playing each other.
Strike a match, light up this page
watch them go black and vanish into flame
for John Keats
I think that I’m a candle
whose flame stays round the wick
whether set in one place or carried
never wavering an inch
from where I’ve always been.
I hold out my hand like you did.
When I’m happy and look at it
it’s not the same I see sadly
desiring or when I’m tired.
It changes with my feelings
which usually I don’t notice
like light and shadow pass over the day
revealing as the morning sun
obscured by clouds or tears.
When you vanished, did all vanish?
With a change of heart I change the world.