still visible to one another

i kicked the can far down the road

you waited for time to stand still

but it only slowed

as the dead,

buried under crosses in the forest across the field,

heard the rattling of our bones,

it saw us share lovely memories

as we sat waiting for the dark river to stop flowing

we swam, resembling each other

resembling the stars when they shimmer and shine

resembling the moon circling in eternal adoration

the eyes of a flower, patiently smiling in fragrant dress,

light up the day

and at the dawn

words come forth

saying again what they know best how to say

and we listen, still visible to one another.