what sits in the silence
from in the silence
within myself
where calm remains
a constant
that holds a voice
of what is truth
in the place beyond
the filters
made of scars
where wandering
is not so far
when migration
through the realms
is just the way of things
and love is a wanting
to be the sky
that blankets the journey
in starlight
and in sun
and not the destination
but only what holds
the orbit
without the anxiousness
of waiting
but still the need
to share the light
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