Sweet Light
After the winter, grieving and dull,
I flourished here all spring. Sweet light
began to fill my chest. I pull up a chair.
sat for hours in front of the sea
Listened to the buoy and learned to tell
the difference between a bell,
and the sound of a bell.
I wanted to become inhuman.
And i did that.
I know I did.(she'll back me up on this)
I remember the morning
I closed the lid on memory and turned the handle.
locking it away forever.
Nobody knows what happened to me out here, sea.
only you and I know.
At night, clouds form in front of the moon.
By morning they're gone.
And that sweet light i spoke of?
That's gone too.
Raymond Carver
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