Every Morning
I Look Up,
I See So Many Beautiful
Sunrises
I Often Close My Eyes
And Imagine You at My Side.
Holding My Hand Tightly.
Pressing Your Body Against Mine
So Close I Can Feel Your Heart.
I See You Breathing.
Your Smile Hiding Mine
While Walking Through
A Wood
I Saw
A Feather
White
With Fading
Horizontal Black Stripes.
I Picked it Up
And Turned it Over.
I Looked Closer
And Saw Writing,
This is What it Said
Every Night
I Look Up
I See So Many Beautiful
Axioms In the Clouds
I Often Imagine Your Voice
Only a Whisper
Yet,
Still Unnervingly Loud
Still Singing
Still Counting
Only Blessings.
As I Tried
To Leave
The Wood
I Ran Into a Wall.
Meet Me
In this Wood
Of Undos and Rewrites
Come
So I may Show
You My Feather
Don't Worry
Theres No Storm.
-David Corman
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