Portrait of Lois
Portrait of Lois
Midnight awakens
in the flood-lit landscapes
that summon the moon
upon your skin
to witness the silence
as you look inward
and behold the beauty.
The way you sit
with your eyes closed
meditating the thoughts
that will condense into
primordial songs giving rise
to plainchant
reminds me of the observer
in me, the ancient wayfarer
who wanders the landscapes
that have given purpose to song.
In the end I will only find the silence
a thought of the intangible,
nothing but the tender
contemplation of us.
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