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I will see you again when the tide turns black and cold
from the frothing fathoms, when the scented seasons
spin like kaleidoscope marbles and the phased
moon grows heavy with wholeness. When
the wind now ruffling my hair rattles
the tangerine leaves in the trees
above you, sitting in streams
of silence and forest
filtered sunshine,
your halo
of silver curls
gleaming like birch bark.
You will see me then, for who I am,
when the morning mist scouring the canyon
melts into the bouldered brook where you cast your line,
liquefies into the silken current luring my scaled soul from creviced
shadows swaying between moss covered river stones, ferns and felled logs.
I will see you again when the tide turns black and cold
from the frothing fathoms, when the scented seasons
spin like kaleidoscope marbles and the phased
moon grows heavy with wholeness. When
the wind now ruffling my hair rattles
the tangerine leaves in the trees
above you, sitting in streams
of silence and forest
filtered sunshine,
your halo
of silver curls
gleaming like birch bark.
You will see me then, for who I am,
when the morning mist scouring the canyon
melts into the bouldered brook where you cast your line,
liquefies into the silken current luring my scaled soul from creviced
shadows swaying between moss covered river stones, ferns and felled logs.