evening last
as day slipped over the edge
of my restless garden
something called to me
from the wind
the tin stars of summer were gone before they arrived
remember?
the sun yet lingers on your shoulders
soon to fade
not even the silver moon is yours to keep
pain does not last forever
it seeps into your skin
becomes a quiet part of your heart
finally accepts you
as lifelong host
and glows only
when tin stars and silver moon
require it
listen
hear the wind
another season walked in
while you were looking
elsewhere
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