crow

with warm breathe your dark cool met my unsettled heart

who was it that was arriving?

how would I great you,

make a place for you…would I even want you to stay?

would my wanting make a difference?

and so it was

as it always is

with sound and breathe

your story unfolded between us

one part myth

one part map

with no neatline or legend

only spaces and unnamed paths

In my dreams we

make our way

renaming forgotten places

and answering unaswerables

with truths I could never find alone

truths, that are always changing

we, that are always changing

but comfort comes in the knowing of this

the mind is often uneasy

the heart,  beautiful and messy

the space between them, in the breathe

is where we meet

and discover that there is More

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