When We Were Strangers
Things Behind Things
The mystery behind your eyes holds stories I do not wish to conquer or dominate but rather to know
The face hides many things; people are always hiding, but not you
No, in all of your allure and grandeur, you stood there in a fixed position
Look at the moon and its many phases, a gentle reminder as we sing God’s praises
I often fumble my words in your presence, knowing that to see you fully, I must first see myself
Without judgment or disdain, without scorn or remorse– bones and all
You taught me how to see in a way I never knew was possible
That is why I keep silent, observing is more than enough
The sonnets of birdsong echo over mountaintops as we watch on and embrace
Fully surrendered to what is, what was, and what will always be
Until then, I will go on and embody this present moment with sincerity
- H. J. Levon
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Second-Hand Clothes
Worn, and stitched to keep spare change in place. These are the remnants of another’s spirit– one’s story, yours. Where life existed, becomes memories exhausted, enough to let go. I receive them gladly because I know they are all you can give at this moment in time.
By H. J. Levon12 months ago in Poets
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Stunning. ✨