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Soon


You tell me, ‘See you soon,’ and you have gone.

Your voice still echoes, every word shredding daylight
as if a harpoon by harpoon flung through
a distillation of unformed tears before the cry.

It still seems the sky took your shadow out of haze,
there is no shade, only the line of nameless trees
where your halo chimes through the breeze.

A pattern of sighs filtering in and out,
your form is airy, far removed from rainbows,
even time is gathered from beyond, from no man’s land.

No cloud is alone in the blue, apart from that
of two wings belonging to no bird nor plane in flight,
only the white of an angel appears in this blank sheet

as I still listen to every sound entering my silence.