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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