Boxed voices
Howling decades ago
Humming strings
And shuttering harmonicas.
A ghost of the past
To awaken the trail forward
Through the slick granite cairns
Into the dewy future.
Whispering pines
Redwood forests
Ten misty mountains
And haunted, frightened trees.
Chilled black rocks of Mother
Crags studding the seas
For the world's sins to crash
And keep me standing on my feet.
Lover's breast
Curling hair
Somber eyes
And wet lips.
Don't tell me what love is
A different snowflake for all
Then is always now
I can't let you be.
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