Honey and Tar

Amongst the shadows of words
Poets rejoice
In the moonless dark of the letters
The Young Ones breathe

Under a cloudless sky the Seasons journey
Beyond the moment of questioning Lovers speak
Before the moment of understanding
The Spirits turn

In the stillness of person, the Dreamers sing
Beyond the wanting, the leaves fade

To scrape between the words
To capture the life of the breath
To touch behind the stroke of the pen
Beside the river of ourselves

What will fall off the page?

The taste of honey
The meaning of tar

The length from one word
To the next
That can stretch so far



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