Us and The Bend

My eye peaks around a bend, and there you are. You stand how a Greek would carve a God into stone. I hear your voice, though you don’t talk; your eyes say everything. Blue and bold like legends told through the voice of cellos and violas; they sing silhouettes beholden against the Pacific sunset. Me, here, around the bend, as I stand watching, yet not comprehending, the woman before my eyes, I think comfortable thoughts of blue, green, yellow, and red. These, all the colors and more I see you in without understanding, but free knowing you’re with me, there around the bend.

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