 | 03:03 pm
I've longed for the spent sigh, the brush of wind
dancing through high branch-tips, sun-dappled grass,
waves rippling to shore, daytime moon high-pinned
elusive silent spirit making its faint pass
above the whispering world, deaf to song
or cries or jubilant shouts, ancient stone
signpost on the way to beyond, first along
the unseen paths to myriad worlds unknown.
But now the wisdom of shadow, night's gift,
grants far more ease, more comfort in her train
than daybright vistas. The bright cold moon shifts
as if to draw close enough to know pain.
My comfort comes in following the trail
of moonlit snow until my senses fail.
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