And in again,
There is silent music
And stirring shadows.
Footsteps on snow,
The curving shore.
The garden thrives
On the words in my mind,
Pieces of my mind,
Memories of my mind.
There are blossoms and bones…
How can I follow
My beautiful dreams?
The waxy night air whirls
In my footsteps,
And shadows skittle forward.
They are star black.
At the threshold of my memory
Stolen arrows
Snake through the grass.
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