Divergence (Pleading with the Muse)
i see the bending
branch and curling smoke
twining, not so different from each other
rising, like spirits that bind
me to this earth
from burning sticks toward murmuring lips
my guitar’s steel strings chime
quiet like whispering rivers, silky
as a sated lover here
where shadows flicker and hover
near gnarling limbs diverged from root
or sky
inviting me to follow
but i dare not leave this smoldering sanctuary on a hill
of our own creating
where your memory lies
waiting in every patch
of moonlit music and stillness
tiny lights remind me of the distance,
and I pray that you come home
poem by Dylan ReyesCairo
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