The Only Truth We Know
Words fall like hard rain,
Soft snow, or fragrant leaves.
Measuring spoons of stillness
Against each swallowed sound.
You become a sink
With both taps running.
Above all words
in the light of the lone moment;
Where nary a force in the universe
Can bring back a lost thought,
The wind confides its loneliness,
Whispering cold to each naked cheek.
Life’s flame, bending softly to the touch
Of every thoughtful / thoughtless breeze.
Like the first snow, we cling
To every passing moment
Warily, one by one, as weeks
Roll heavy onward,
Like ripples on the water,
Footprints in the snow,
Or the fainter sound of a drum
That beats inside the heart of us all;
Where our souls become each other,
And we remember
The only truth we know:
That we were born to love.
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