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By Ali Date: 2007 Feb 09 Comment on this Work [[2007.02.09.23.56.13613]] |
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Dear Heart~ The water is witness to fire, as things are what they, once, did not seem to be; the tangle is a candle in the dark, a living song that sings itself when all others have forgotten the tune, every echo is a memory, new and old. I can see the touch in your words, the tactile promise of the unknown--your face, your name, even in passing, I would understand, and I would ask the question you hope to hear. The unsaid cannot be undone, and every (realized) unused step is a promise to change, an offering of faith, and no forgiveness needs to be sacrificed, because no heart is faultless, but rather, always (fatefully) flawed and divine-- and even Wisdom herself cannot tell the difference between this moment and the next: there is, always, a promise. I tread around the edges, softening the secrets, remembering the reason underneath the reason, the question I couldn't evict, No, now I see the little prayers of love I left behind in your eyes-- my reflection is not so different from yours, and I cannot help but remember that opposites, one side and another, exist as testimony to each other: a clever spark of water. |