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at night's closing eyes,

i prayed to let You go;

i prayed to be a sunflower

without sun---a moonflower.

You need what is not me.

i hope You find more in someone else.

~

if by Fate's design and a soft collision,

may it be us---one star. ---no...no.

~

if not one star,

may night sling a rope

to connect us

together---in God's constellation.

:::

breathing air that became

not pure for her---

she waited and remained---

still enough to welcome

a new air that came;

to her pleasure

each lung sung and

inflated with It---synchronized---

with violet forgiveness.

:::

how does a tree feel

to be in a forest of mirrors?

who is to say the oak tree

was simply a tree?;

did it learn to have oak-ness

by seeing reflections of itself?

or was the oak-ness always there,

but it had to grow to become a tree?;

i think of how it would be

to see me in You and You in me;

evergreen to evergreen,

oak to oak, willow to willow.

i understand how forests become;

trees watch each other grow,

they do not rely on the sun.

:::

carried the weight-of-the-world,

by one.

carried a heavy Child,

in some.

carried a slow-healing heart,

i am done.

carried a requited care,

your Glove.

carried by a stranger i knew,

your Love.