you are the words inbetween the words.
the endless rhythm of that secret silence,
you are the subtle breathing love that listens for the bat of an eyelash, as I think.
as much as you show me love, you are and more
your existence the emulsion for the film of my life
showing me the beauty by giving it a different shade,
bringing light to dark, and showing me the elegant shadows.
and now I know that the white and the black on the photograph of my heart
are neither good nor bad.
and that -even for so long as I kept it blank, undeveloped-
it's beauty comes with darkness and light,
and I am not afraid to see the full picture.
Wednesday, July 30, 2008
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