Words

Words dropped 

one by one, 

taking steps 

two by two. 

Search for signs 

three by three, 

hidden on 

shepherds land 

in view. 

Eyes on the 

east horizon, 

watching the 

day maker rising. 

Reaching west, 

to abandon 

the sky 

to the moon. 

Where hope ends

there begins gloom,

melody hanging

beneath starlight, 

in the wait of a lute 

to break silence 

with its tune. 

Teeth bite into lip 

having let tongue go, 

fingers entwining 

hand with hand, 

toes sinking softly 

into sand below. 

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