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Light pale face of day
Yet moon shadows still stalk,
As Ghosts, walking silver beams in memory.
Hang silent now, you being of a moment.
To listen, ‘tis just respect to hear,
The voice of walls,
Or soft patter of foot/handprints,
Printed long before the print of their times,
Touched your own.
Be still now; ‘tis just respect to perceive,
How one molecule of existence,
Can [...]

A silence
Not outside
But inside
Stillness

Like a stone
Over which
Water falls

I remain
Beneath the river
Furnishing my depths
Before silently

I dissipate
And thrown outside
Become mercurial,
Like a moon…

I love
The little white rose
Outside
My window…
She has withstood
The elemental forces
With all her petals
Intact…
And I have watched,
Deeply impressed,
By her immutable nobility
In the face
Of all winter’s worst
Warnings…
This little white rose
In continual bloom…
I love you little white rose
For being
A true friend…