she sees handwriting everywhere –
in waves, in clouds, in bits of shells —
the signature that guides her hope,
the miracle in parallels –

for “Mirielle” means “Miracle”,
and such she is, to me —
where laughs the ocean as it breathes,
the signatory sea

she sees lace curtains everywhere –
in mist and spray and bits of foam —
the curtain sheer that covers dreams,
and points her to our home –

for though the sound of clicking keys
is in my ears, instead of waves —
i feel the curtains lightly now,
that hang outside these mortal caves

and there, with Mirielle, i know
a universe beyond all size,
and see handwriting everywhere
as though now through
her eyes

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