It’s during the quiet moments

After the wind dies
Down and the leaves
Are suddenly quite

Or after a new lover
Closes my door
to go home.

After all the late night
Conversations have closed
for the evening

Or after all the locomotives
Have gone to sleep dreaming
Of so many symphonies.

It’s during the still moments

Like at the end of a lullaby
Or like the last night of the last
Opera and the final note –

falls into memory
Or just before the sunrises
And the first bird sings

The first note.

It’s at these moments
That you come to me
Quiet.

On gentle feet
Across distances
That are only written

my
resplendent star
my

hushed dim silver-blue-black
harbor just before the

the first mortar

lights the sky.

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