If all the beautiful words you said to me
Tonight were a sort of cloud that floated up
To fill the sky as far as we could see,
I would have felt my sky becoming gray
In a good way.
If all the beautiful things you taught today
In that blithe and carefree movement you've acquired
Were all enough to take my breath away
I would have ceased to breathe so long ago.
And now I know.
If all the beautiful silences that grow
And take the shape of shadows on the walls
Were enough to drive me out, to go
Where there is light enough to reach the end,
I'd go there, then.
If all the beautiful rules that break and bend
Beneath the weight of our own lofty thoughts
Were like a firefly that you, my friend,
Reached out and took hold of, then we'd be free.
Unconventionally.
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