A Different Scale

I ate an ice-cream white and round
and heard the moon chime a different sound

and sat beneath a slate-grey night
and saw your heart at a different height.

and died of beauty round and pale
from barbs of colour on a different scale

and thought of home, those three and you
and the things I've learned from a different view

and my spirit soared through the pain of the past
to a future of fighting in a different cast

and I felt my warmth, my pleasure, my fear
and the memory of loss in a different sphere

and I saw my hope lying heavy on youth
on the smile and whisper of a different truth -

so I plan and dream of a strength unknown:
a soul revived, new things to come:

build it slowly, build it with care 
I hope to find all I hope for there.
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