mining the sands of empty space ( the songs of every heart we've tasted )
rain smiles into place
each ribbon,each lace
that somehow forgot
to be the dance that a
butterfly ties to the
joys of our faces
when we love someone
through enough
to surrender
all our words
to grace
a race
for beauty
for white space
for blank pages
soaring in
vacuumed ink
and written
in what
possibility
weaves
when fondness
for looking back
at what once was is
the single
purest illusion
we have when
the many beliefs
in the powers of
thoughts are
vined towards
each sacrifice
we wrap when
we warmly
draw back
in fuzzy
memory
of let go
and begin
to love
again
past
the way
every heart
can rust
wanting
to a silent
bloom
at the
shores
of every ocean
left bleeding
tiding for
more songs
than we can
remember
to whistle
when we skip
past these
graveyards
of our ghosts
and their
regards
EJR (c)
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