The way light shines through your smile
is refraction sipping calmly on tea
under the moon's great pull to the sea.
Meditate here, kneeler or cushion sacred space,
and you
grinding molars for the proof
that the body can only carry so much burden
before sleep overtakes us.
Chart your course
past the refusals and human frailties.
Record your music on the tablet of time
so that I might sing with you
forever.
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