Glaciers are melting in your honor.
That water is sacred.
Drink when you can,
what becomes you.
We are a secret life
that lives in the night
of silence softly spoken,
deep within what may have taken
lifetimes to pronounce as you.
This truth that can be heard
in the ear of your heart.
That no lips have ever shaped to state
but energetically out scales
all depths of doubt.
I am witness
to the light of your being.
I tell it to you constantly
by my daily absence in your life.
Intimacy is sometimes strange that way.
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