Another poetic duet with my dear friend Sage Doyle.   Please click the link to his page and treat yourself to some of his other writing.

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Amidst the calling wind I turn

to find you there, bating

the imprints you left behind

as you found your voice

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I watched you follow that cry

churning in desperate circles

chasing the sound you had forgotten

remembering when your voice was strong

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It was then that I began to fall

if only for the reaching, the sound

of my own echoes were of remorse

the recall of these discrepancies

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I search for your hand

to steady me and  hold me as I fall

stronger than any voice in the dark

the errant sounds land heavily on my heart

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It is this restitution which I embrace

in order to continue on, calling along the way

while you become the stronghold,

the stage of my convictions

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I seek and hold the dulcet tones

those symbols of your existence in my reality

those things that hold me true to who I am

and that voice that draws me to you