the stars, the sea, and sleep.

Tuesday, December 22, 2009

The Middle

There are graces in the spaces
Where quiet is kept.
The pace that we left has changed,
The laces are pretty again
Because it all ties together in the end.
Unspoken amends lend a helping hand
When confronting this line
On the same side we stand
The safe side we ran
With coinciding breaths,
A sigh of relief
That now greets me with rest.

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