I’ve always been so much of us in another day, I see
now how I only saw directly into darkness,
stared myself into withdrawing from an us, we two,
me one, stumbled into here where there is no light.
I came here all on my own, to live alone swaying in a hollow cave,
humming empty echoes, but for ages I’ve thought,
oh how I’ve thought of you, a skin-wrinkled us,
together forever, such sunny visions, then too
of all the uneasy choices I made, me a fool
to come to this, and I will
fully blame me, still love you in so many winter songs,
tell how you will never break me from a long float
on ancient air, I know, I know, but even then, I will
write the music and the words that help me breathe.
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Today’s word is
love
Use it in a piece, or to inspire a piece, and then post that piece below as a comment. I would love to read what you write : )
