21.) I Bend And Rise I Wax and Wane . . .

I bend and rise – I wax and wane – filled

I grow and empty fade.

Empowered by the midday sun

Hidden – on the other side

I turn and shine – and in spirit – speak 

Myriad stories – mirror found

In the silver, sun-lit face – of the spouse, his moon

Spinning in the upside-down – his silent tales

Holding in the inside-out – pictures of his

Wayward way – visions in the night.

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