Friday, February 16, 2018

You Are the Quiet

Du bist die Ruh, you.
Far from motionless, you rest,
Settling your thoughts in the chest,

Not any one of the ones
Whose emerging faces swim
Through old dreams but all of them,

Their memories remembered,
Their thoughtlessness forgotten,
Galaxies faint as embers,
Moons for the misbegotten,

You, the forgiving spirit
That looks kindly on the past
And all lost souls within it,
You, the evening, here at last.

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