I rarely understand,
or, in any case,
I am the last to understand
a stream flows for the first time, trickling up from earth
air, hushed in the still of night,
then puff, a breeze
O' to witness that glorious space in time
a river magically unfolds, alive
wind, from nothing, begins to blow
a flame arises, unbidden
a universe bangs big
our hearts beat as one,
As we fall in love
for the first time
All over again.
njcoleman march 2025
Mar 27, 2025
Mar 27, 2025 at 5:25 PM UTC
I rarely understand,
or, in any case,
I am the last to understand
a stream flows for the first time, trickling up from earth
air, hushed in the still of night,
then puff, a breeze
O' to witness that glorious space in time
a river magically unfolds, alive
wind, from nothing, begins to blow
a flame arises, unbidden
a universe bangs big
our hearts beat as one,
As we fall in love
for the first time
All over again.
njcoleman march 2025
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