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See How He Goes

See how he goes, lightly
Among the golden shades of fallen autumn leaves
Seeking out the meaning of his soul, the wonder of all that we can know through the marrow of this fleeting, human, being

See how he goes, with words like wandering stars tracing graceful tangents and ellipses
Finding poetry in late night conversations overheard in bars, red wine and stolen kisses… there’s so much to leave behind when you’ve got the kind of mind that doesn’t miss a thing

The heart’s precious melodies and cadences live on in your memory
And the beauty of your song is eclipsed only by the light of your humanity, your smiling eyes still sing to me
See how you go, shining brightly

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Bill Hunt