One day, he whispers
his secret testimony to the white silence
one day full of longing
of an impossible flowering
from a radiant depth.
After, he will always see her
smiling in an empty doorway
with her eyes turned skyward
the murmur of their secret desire
in every light breeze—
one day.
It will cling to his world without end
where the great white birds fly
in the mountains they walked through
in a landscape of rivers and dreams
breathed into their bodies
by the brightness of many small angels
dancing with her in that sad doorway—
one day.
One day.
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