no sounds to express truth
though i did try to find it words
i did try to force it into speech
what a great disservice
to such beautiful truth
but the truth keeps coming back
like the moon over a lake
not having anything to say
a mirror to you and me
the moving water below
so deep so dark so full
containing all we know
silhouettes of the trees
over the ghost of a beach
night creatures hunted or free
stars reflected in the eyes
clear night air with something
will stay but also not remain
you will not tame it
but it will never go away
it will drive you to heartbreak
or to hope
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