In the
shadow of a pine
I rest my
eyes,
rest my
soul
inside
you
where you
may save my soul
like a
treasure.
In the
sparkle of light
in winter
like lace
draped
upon pines
I wander
and
follow the pattern
to the
brilliant grey, white overhead
where the
black ink branches fade
and
disappear.
Stand for
a moment
stand for
a dreaming moment to feel the earth
to make
the earth solid
beneath
me
around me
to
surround me.
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