mountain forest mist
lingers breathless long moments
a world falls silent


whispering raindrops
too many to count each one
still I hear them all


deep blue evening sky
beyond wooded hills grown dark
smiling stars appear


neath the moonlit tree
pale shadow fingers caress
a sleeping pilgrim


gnarled roots entwine
what slumbers long forgotten
timeless in the earth


drifting shadow veil
paints and unpaints distant hills
seeing I am changed


the shore is patient
beyond all understanding
with the restless sea


see the patina
of my aging flesh and know
all that I have seen


brittle husks yet sigh
a litany of splendors
only they recall




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