YOU SPEAK TO ME
WITH WORDS IN THE COTTON WOOD TREES.
SOMETIMES I HEAR YOU
IN THE UPROAR OF A WATERFALL BREAKING,
OR IN THE LAUGHTER THAT RIPPLES THROUGH A STREAM.
SOMETIMES MY TIRED LEGS FOLLOW
THE RUSTLE OF YOUR FEET IN THE DARKNESS
TO WHERE THE SILVER MOON LIGHT
MEETS THE JAGGED REALITY OF A MOUNTAIN,
THEN UNDER THE THOUSAND SPARKLING
EYES OF THE SKY
YOU WATCH ME.
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