She reaches, 
 For the pearl handled brush.
As he reaches behind her, 
Pulling pins from her hair...
...
        
            I hold in my hand, 
My most prized possession.
Names...
Names which have no faces...
...
        
            Big Beautiful Moon.
Leaving your house, 
And coming to mine...
Travelling the distance-
...
        
            Forgotten flower...
In fields it grows.
Taken root long ago. 
Underfoot-crushed and broken.
...
        
            Do you see, 
 the world as I? 
Oh how I wish to know...
That sky is blue.
...
        
            Long ago I learned, 
what I had to say, 
was unimportant-in everyway...
Who really cares?
...
        
            If I could get lost, 
In the honesty of your touch...
If I could look into your eyes- 
and touch the depths,
...
        
            I think you look
Into your own eyes.
Your pain was there -and decided the same for me...
But I am not, the one who cries
...
        
            The seasons are changing...
Like my life, 
Rearranging...
Time opens, a new door-
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