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In the still morning I wonder where you are

O you of the hidden nature you

mysterious traveling poet you

wanderer you collector of stories

of words of puzzles of birds you

fragrant wisp of cool night air

you dazzling conductor of grace

you of the guileless heart you

gatherer of stones, singer of truth

dancer of love life compassion

you whistler of timeless tunes.


Write me a letter in the darkling sky

with only your eyes

whisper the secrets and I

I will find you.


2 thoughts on “You

  1. Beautiful.

  2. Thanks, Michele! I felt a little floaty as I wrote it. It was a lovely feeling to be writing it.

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