Waterfall
There is just one ear that I should trust,
listening as you do, and in silence, well.
And only in my own voice will I hear
your easy care.
Words like ink rendered from one life.
At best shadows within the current
of your steady gaze, and still you
smile, your lips, my name.
And even now I wander from this
perfect pitch, your voice as thunder,
water in the rocks.
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