Evolution, Revolution

Some things are… melting

Now, I am quiet

Where all sounds of the night speak clearly

To ears that are painting the resonance

Of rain, of spirit

Moving stealthily in the silence

 

I dance to melodies only I can hear

In the crickets, in the wind

This seat is my own, this view of stars

The thoughts and echoes of midnight

Returning, revolving in the flow of water

To the sea

To the sea

As a river, let it be

A path for salmon to follow…

 

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