Friday, June 24, 2005

Mystery

Moonlight reflects off the lake.
A ripple a cool breeze.
A sound falling leaves.

The hoot of owl.
Distract me for a moment,
from my thoughts.
I can't remember.
What I was thinking?

Then I turn around and lift my head.
And see you standing in the shadows of the trees.
As a white mist swirl around you,
You look so calm ansd smooth,
like a flow of a river stream.
Yet you seem unreachable.
like the stars that rush past,
in the dark of the night.

You stand there silent,
Like a breeze softy gliding,
through the trees.
I'm fascinated,
by the dept of your soul.
Yet you remain a mystery to me,
like a ancient forest.

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