I find the only love
that does not vanish:
a devotion written
on the black page of night,
even in the light of day,
even when I no longer look.
I find the only love
that does not vanish:
a devotion written
on the black page of night,
even in the light of day,
even when I no longer look.
with that same low thunder,
and names the stars
as if they were old friends.
His kindness does not falter—
it ripens,
like late fruit,
offering sweetness
even as the branch bows.
with that same low thunder,
and names the stars
as if they were old friends.
His kindness does not falter—
it ripens,
like late fruit,
offering sweetness
even as the branch bows.
that stole you.
Even now, they carry
the warmth of your name,
like a secret whispered
between the trees.
that stole you.
Even now, they carry
the warmth of your name,
like a secret whispered
between the trees.
Couldn’t agree more about the orange idiot.
Couldn’t agree more about the orange idiot.