A
river, a vain, a song in vain
I,
a tear, an embellishment of gold
An
amble, a leap, we watch in the steep
Iridescent,
incandescent motioning colour
Gifted
in eyes, a steel in sword
Diamond
finger tips catch the fall of leaf in despair
A
fellowship in woodland raw beauty so rare
Sight,
a linger in serpent, smell a nostril of hare
Touch,
a talon of swaying joy, ears an inheritance of deer
I,
slumber of winter, dew in trees in trees of furnished glass
Adore
me, pour me a glistening tear, and don’t restrict movement in fear
I
watch, sing, in bountiful stars
Sight
I bear, I watch on Mars
Distance
from mountain to flora affair, restricted as one in spiritual care
I,
the eyes in bark, the wings of sparrow, the tear of dew.
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