Incense of a Flame

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Like river mists
and the sweetness of trees
they rose by sunlight
Like sea winds
and the breeze blown grasses
healing followed in whispers
What they left
what followed
what came of their passing
was thin as the sound of breath
What they took
what left
what flew in their wake
was thin as a flame of death
Like soft leaf shadows
set free in silhouette
was all that would yet rise
is all my heart has left

I Was Her Own

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In the dance of leaves
that came of a small breath
and made shade & light
shine colors…
In the play of waters
that sang of recent rains
and laughed, cascading
tones & joyfulness
Between colors & song
I saw her for the first time
and our eyes met
Between song & dance of color
I knew I was her own

All That was Said

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It was said
all of it
in the droplets
that met the soil
the small pounding
in each tiny tap
It was the scent
and the sound
and the quiet company of trees
that calmed me
Those moments
tenderly tapping
softly scented
It was those hushed
hesitant moments
that let free
what saying
fell short of