There is phosphorescence
on the water tonight as I stand half in the waves under the full moon blue each heartbreak rolls and gathers itself up, before falling, washing around my ankles. The breeze makes the ocean shimmer under the moon. I am done now my dear once you were - I lift my feet sink each step in lapped by the tide glowing in moments blue bright twinkling, pushpulling, heartbreak. If this is all well, old friend I choose not to I am done settling - I have things to attend to and I am whole already. Do not meagre me. Let it be done, or really be here. Tonight I felt the softest breaking of my heart yet. So gentle I almost missed it As I sat in the dark shadow of the hill on that rock. And when I walked back across the creek mouth, (where I had sent 7 tiny prayers in 7 paper boats out to sea in the light of the day), when I walked back along the shoreline, the moon rose again, over the hilltop this time, and there it was - in the sharpest soft light - the shape of me I realized I am done. No more waiting, or yearning for changes I vaguely hoped could be. No more dancing with broken feet around the truth. I will not leave this door open for you - either walk away or walk through. --- (Where you shut your soul I’ve walked before ~) And the melodies stay the same, I have been singing these sounds always
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