you make me
soften
again
i suddenly see
the sky differently
again
an unending possibility
of easy
like Sunday mornin’
and infinite mystery
again –
the formal emptiness
of liminal space
twice removed
and patiently
waiting –
recedes
at last –
at last!
there’s a whisper
of soul seeping back
into the light
of becoming
a silent ember
to a roaring fuckin’ flame
again –
and
(i suppose)
you go
about your day
hardly knowing
how powerful
you truly are.
your relentless
gentle sweetness
pointedly –
restores
a distant life
from the cold hard ashes
of the last time
maybe,
just maybe –
one more time
again –
let it be
the last time
Dedicated to a poet on Medium whose words and support have helped bring a worn heart back to life.
I’m out and about meeting people again after three years of almost total isolation.
Thanks for helping me find my voice again, Franco Amati. You, Sir, are a gentle man and a great poet.
Don’t stop using your words…please.
Featured image: Photo by Roberto Nickson on Unsplash edited with GIMP
