The light that shines.
Revisit those lines,
like they were newly minted.
And we watch again,
the falling of the rain.
Through windows half woken.
Remind me was it snowing
when we spoke last.
I recall a dusting of silver
on all the cars.
Time went and we
barely noticed its passing.
Living those accelerated lives.
Filter-feeding great
droplets of experience.
Summon-up something new.
Hold out a hand.
Guide me on my way.
February 7, 2019
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