Long Before Midnight

Is there a word for when the stars shine bright on a still lake and reflect their light back into the sky? A word for when the moon kisses the water in the evening. If there is such a word it reminds me of you.

Is there a word for the silence between notes in a symphony? Where the reverberation fills the halls of a packed room just before the crowd begins to roil in applause? If there is such a word it reminds me of you.

Is there a word for when the mind stills, the heart skips a beat, on the edge of a kiss, feeling your breathe filling my mouth, and lungs, the anticipation.

Everything.

Reminds.

Me.

Of.

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Against the noonday sun

Fingers fraught with moss

I grip stones in my hand tightly as I unwind

My mind spirals in eddies

I see myself reflected in rivulets of water

Unrecognizable

Gazing at pastel skies without a cloud in sight

A hummingbirds click

Calls me back into myself

Vibrant plumes of green and ruby throated wonder

Reminiscent of that Spring day

When I am alone in the woods and the wind rushes across the landscape.

I imagine the trembling and the creaking of branches

As a voice.

The strata of limbs and leaves of each tree

So distinct and different in tone.

It makes me wonder,

When I am finally laid to rest

In the bed of this Earth.

If one day, the wind will remember me

And give me a voice.

So distinct and different.

That I could embrace others with the same comfort that I feel,

When the wind rushes across the landscape

And finds the lonely wanderer.