Beyond is a brightness
I am not equal to
Yet what I see
Turns into what I want
And to bring nothing but this body
To pass through
The one thing between
Myself and what I crave,
Almost done, the world a ruin
Of leaves, winter at the throat,
My song over and over until
So familiar I can do
What I am about to do
From "Bird at the Window" by Sophie Cabot Black. Read the complete poem here.
Song, Copyright ©2012 by Billy Renkl. Used with permission. All rights reserved.
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Thank you for wrriting this
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