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

alone lost in thought
it thinks it thinks and it thinks
its thoughts have meaning

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