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See,
we’re on
a journey,
where the lions
don’t
scare
or tremble
our skin tones
through clenched
teeth,
or
furrowed brows.
Our journey
is
wisdom feeling
herself
out,
like the moon
does
when
the waters simply
decide their own
current.
We’re
unfolding in
of
the right
places,
and
for once,
we
get to
simply
be
the moon.
M.C. Davis
Every kiss,
dedicated to
the
present
moment
comes with a
a whisper,
a mindful character
of sorts
that
reminds
us
that we
are
where we need
to
be.
Just
like the
touch of your
hands
falling into the
the
in-between-ness
of
mine.
See,
we’re
each other’s
each
other,
exactly
as the Universe
intended.
M.C. Davis
We lost ourselves
in the madness
of the Universe,
always
showing our teeth,
grit and all.
We found this
precious waste
of
time in each
other,
like a soft day
glistening
in
its
own perfection.
We found
ourselves
nestled
in between the notes,
like
we always
do,
but this time
without
the chromatic
tones
or the simple
shapes
that often define
us.
See,
we are all
that
the Universe
requires,
and
our waste of
time
just
gave us
the beauty
that
we
truly are.
M.C. Davis
There’s a song,
a whisper that slowly
crescendos,
laying flat against itself
while
quietly
dancing in
between
its own notes.
Often,
so subtle and
gentle,
we
become
the very thing
we aspire
to
be.
We get
to
be the notes
and
the in-between-ness
of everything
all at the same
time.
M.C. Davis
A rose
simply remembered
doesn’t
quite intend
well.
She’s not fragile,
nor
do her petals
dictate
to the sun.
She exists
within
the notes
of every concerto,
but
also
she carries
the
notes in between
that
often
begin
with a whisper.
See, a rose
remembered
is
never
simply
remembered, as
she
is created.
A rose
remembered
only knows of
itself
in
this way.
M.C. Davis
