The breeze spoke softly of your name
The moon stood pale and stayed the same
A tree until the edge of dawn
Shivered there then carried on
Your memory came with falling rain
Touched the roof then passed again
Even stones beside the street
Held the silence in their sleep
By the window something near
Breathed as if your hands were here
Like a bud beneath the ground
Turning slowly without sound
It began to rise
Began to rise
An old leaf crossed the waiting yard
My heart was quiet closed and hard
Morning paused beside the door
Then entered gently as before
The memory of your gaze remained
Moving faintly on the pane
Footsteps turning through the wind
Night grew thin and disappeared
By the window something near
Breathed as if your hands were here
Like a bud beneath the ground
Turning slowly without sound
It began to rise
To rise
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