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mystique

Veiled in the mysteries of light
black cutting off white
masked
a cottonwood whirl

of life

no debutanted call
you said left, I thought right
patience holding
frightless on an eerie starless night

your oceans brushing
about my tree
a sequoia rising high
above the waters edge

your wake ~ delicate
a soundless melody
that plays on for hours
and hours

in the breeze,
the gentle tease
the tide
washing in
and out
to the wims of night

the rustled leaves
a bed of kings

I, with you
in grave and height
stripping shrouds
shearing fears
climbing up the endless stares

abreast
a woodpecker pecks
an undressed nest
in piney wood

I know
and
I should

visions spy
her spotted eyes
true wonder
where halos go to glow
amid a moonlight high

there's laughter in that sky

air fills our lungs
creating a thousand soulful songs

we lay
contented with the coming
of the day

gorgeous as that may be