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The Nor'wester Wind

random journalings of a jamie

Jamie (Raven extraordinare)
12 September
I once thought as you do, that the stars betray whispers
amidst their faint dresses, airy and midnight in meaning.
You said, “Be” and we spoke, the greatest mimicry of all,
but now so limited and vast, we mis-communicate, mostly always.

Yet faster than my thoughts, the light speed of your heart
beats every shadow to its light source,
every cemetery stone now a hint to stars and sighs
both beneath the soil and above.

- "Juxtaposition"