This night

This night I turn
into the vigil
for
your soul

a sailboat
made of snow

the winding road
a riverbed

the memory
of your eyes

the sky 

the bottom of
the sea

the flight
of fish, the plunge
of the winged bird
into
the essence
of a tear

is all
One

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