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Normally…
I think about waves pushing and pulling,
The horizon decked with jagged diamonds
And quietly puffing clouds,
And the sun and moon, so rarely conjoining,
So often flying solo.
I hear rustling trees and whistling wind,
Twittering birds nestled above,
Rumbling thunder far distant yet,
And usually the solemn silence of solitary contemplation,
With only a slow beat for company.
But now…
I hear the steady breath beside me,
A model of what I wish mine could be.
I think about stars,
Or rather the jealousy they have
For those deep, darkly shining pools of yours.
Aloud…
Do you ever think about the stars?
Oh. Me neither.
