Listening

I close my eyes
and hear your words
walk in patterns on my skin,
feel your sigh
carry on its wings
rich mixtures of emotion,
and wait quietly,
for unspoken syllables
to fill the thin space
between us.

The sunrise
sings its song to the day,
while blue skies and swaying trees
hum the melody,
wind whispers
words of eternity.

Gone,
are expectations of yesterday,
assumptions of today,
and premises of tomorrow.
Words,
spoken and unspoken,
received and believed,
reverberated and co-created,
bridge across the span of space,
while time,
sits out this dance.

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