Where once we danced,
only fallen leaves lie so beautiful in sullen hue shaded,
a gift of farewell to the season.
All heralds now the unbracing windshorn everafter,
crookedly shaken to river embers,
fleece betwixt boulderthorns and wide sandseething everly...
stone droplets to the green moss deep,
remembering rippleblossoms across your serene mirrorface,
show me.
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I once tumbled greygrassy hillock rolls,
thwarting pincerpoints of stagnant breached granite shores
which shrugged free their dusty toils
to trip my flapping newtoed wanderings, innocent.
Rather would I fly full armed through turquoise,
enveloped by tomorrow morning's mist, and, shuddering,
stretch my full array into sunblazoned white nothingness,
and release all into crashing silence,
and be sung to, the song of my birth, the song of when I first came to this place.
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Swift toed shiftstepping over chords of crystal resonance, I seek the chosen stairs
where each lifted lilting morrow unfurls fresh fern tendrils of evergreen awakening:
this must be done to match that frequency echoed by every stirring ancestral circledance,
which carried here to now and again for the planting is time,
the young ones shall never be harmed,
and even should Her heavenly pure pale orb vanish below black ink seas
do not despair,
my greenly tinyfisted tremblings.
Every strand of moss will cushion you,
every jagged leaf will shade you,
and the many warbling twitterflits perch above,
so that your dreams may be bright and freewheeling,
that the Great Winds will bring you Knowings
until you are ready to rise,
dig your heels into firm dark earthsoil
and leap with your starsiblings,
in sweet songs of a new dawn.
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