Closer to Unison

I hear wind
chimes 
in
my heart
beating steel
drums
whispering
almost one
star of 
serene night
as chords 
tremble below
your hands
fumbling 
to undo
games
we've played
before
messages 
we hear
moon and
sun
and in the
winded 
rain

but this is
one. . .
for the first
time
I hear 
you
breathe
you
taste 
you
everywhere. . .

or just a
dream
to a lover
lost in
the tides
as we fell
closer
to unison.

2-24-97

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