Your unanswered praise
Hangs about me
Like fog dripping from tree branches
In the gray uncertainty
Of night.
Your questioning gaze
Full of impossibilities
Catapults me into oblivion
And I am orbiting silently
Above your grandeur.
Your quiet objections
Are sewn like seeds into the heartland
Of my mind
And as the dawn awakens the earth
They root and manifest themselves
Bearing fruit.
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