spring tide

No wind no rain
no storm — no —
a darkness deep and quiet —
still as the heart waiting
the heart holding tight
to black starless hope
while in the moonless muffled night
rises a deeper darkness
silent — patient —
taking tenderly back
what once never was.
Taking pebbles rocks
reeds grass —
rising dark — unknowing —
consuming everything
as if to join
the emptiness above.

Then, O heart holding fast
release —
take wing —
If there’s no wind no rain
no stars —
that only means
the sky at least
is yours.

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