Typewriter Series #3067 by Tyler Knott GregsonFor the stories...

Typewriter Series #3067 by Tyler Knott Gregson

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After sadness runs us through,

after love stretched across a life,
beyond the borderlines they draw
we see birth again.
First born to bird song, I knew nothing
of the language you were
fluent in.  You, born to bomb sounds
and wars that chased you,
a decade of words I’d never heard,
me of some soft blowing breeze
and the curtains it played with.

Immeasurable, I call the dust from stars
that fills us despite this,
call it indescribable that somehow
mine is yours and yours is mine
and neither a galaxy of distance
nor the din of explosion
stopped it from being shared
between us.  

Did you know when I knew,
from the outset, from the birth
of new beginning,
did you see me and call out Home
in that first language I could not
understand?  

Started half a globe apart,
serenaded by such separate sounds,
but now, stillness,
and poetry that finally
makes sense.

-Tyler Knott Gregson-