Untitled Lance Henson Here is a place where nothing can die Darkness that lives beneath the leaves We bring our nights there without knowing We bring our fear there before the singing begins We bring our silent names there hoping we are forgiven We bring our hands there scented of a river We bring our prayers that hide and watch us The landscape where we have held the loose feathers Of a fallen bird And awakened in the land of the unseen Here is a place where nothing can die ... Copyright © 2024 by Lance Henson. Originally published in Poem-a-Day [...]