At dawn and dusk
Playing music with the fire
Braiding shadows
With hibiscus petals
And tossing them into the pyre
There you were
When the moon dissolved
Into a cup of lemon tea
There you stood
With the strength of a child
Both seen-unseen to me
There you carved out
New, wise words
From dusty dirt-trail stones
There you gave me
A lexicon for all those
Beautiful, empty homes
Into the light, into the joy,
You went in, not returning,
But with distorted time and twisted tune
The pyre still stands burning.
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