Open Hands

dust settles on my skin

stillness is so sweet

heart’s call

melodies felt in the fine hairs

where are you, my love?

I can see you

though you are not here

I can feel you

though you are not near

our different dimensions

align and tumble

writing our dreams

into tiny things

to guide us home

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