when words walk out on your mind
and visions turn, slam the door, 
and disappear down the street,
fading into the silent moonbeams--
may your body wake to the radiant
memory woven throughout
your skin, your blood, your bone:
you have been loved,
you are loved,
and, loved, you will always be.
as the shore knows the shape of each grain of sand,
and the galaxy feels the pull of its stars,
you are sensed in the wordless landscape
and felt in the wine-dark sea.

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