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As the sun begins its journey through the vast, open expanse called blue sky
the birds start their sing-along-song, reminding us that the day has begun
and so we b e g i n

and the butterfly soars and brushes so softly against the clouds
its wings fluttering lightly as the heart does with the touch of a lover’s hand
no boundaries
no limits
it knows neither up nor down, nor left nor right
for there is only time and life and it knows only that it must l i v e

and the wind sweeps across the land, carrying away all the voices
all the words you can’t say
you don’t want to hear
and scooping them all up in its long-fingered hands
and pushing them to the far edge of the world
far, f a r away

But when the day is done,
when time stands still and there is nothing left to think--
or hear--
or speak--
(deafening)
S i l e n c e becomes the loudest sound of all...

And the moon whispers softly,
G o o d n i g h t

March 15, 2007
written by Haley