Hush the sky, my dearest

let the cracks fill

with a soft blue of the reborn


Listen to the memory of rain

tap down storm drains

like a train on iron tracks


Tempests do not follow

down paths of light

where darkness dare not dwell


The damp ground

with its aroma of life

reawakens to thoughts of spring


We do not travel lightly here

heavy with burdens

lost to blinded eyes


Still, the blue of horizons

not yet conquered

await our footsteps


So, hush the sky, my dearest

the cracks fade in footfalls

and in their echo, we are reborn

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