Year by year
moss lays its soft mouth
against the cold face of stone,
and the stone,
ancient and indifferent,
slowly yields,
slowly blushes green.
This is how love works
across a distant field.
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separate colours
find themselves belonging
to a single sky
Mountains seem divided
until dusk arrives.
Then shadow joins
ridge to ridge,
and what appeared as many forms
becomes one long sleeping body
beneath the stars.
roots tangled beneath an ancient forest,
invisible to one another,
but drinking
from the same deep water.
dark is only light
we haven't learned
and grief is love
that hasn't found its door