I have been so alert to the idea of death
I have almost completely forgotten I'm alive.
I have wasted years staring as hard as I could
Into the shadows, searching for a light,
While all along the sun was at the apex
Of the sky.
Beauty, I thought, was a blackness blacker than black,
The truth, a well-told lie.
But now a bird is singing inside my chest
And you, the apple of my eye
Taste sweet upon my lips.
The fog drifts away from the green mountains of my love,
The only shadow I can see,
The rainbow up above.
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