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SPIRIT
I love you here,
in the heat of fires
which scorch, burn, sanctify,
and
thrust aloft ash and smoke
where flowers bloomed before we lived.
I love you here,
where sorrow dwells,
secluded
in naked branches
of oaks which stood before we lived,
where you taunt me with promises
borne on autumnal winds.
I
love you here,
where winds spin
fragile veils of snow,
to dance through valleys
on currents set in motion
at
the dawn of creation.
I love you here,
where sullen waves
surge, racing moon-mad tides,
to perish on ancient
rocks,
thrust from ocean depths
before we lived.
I love you here,
where fire has no claim,
the earth, no
dominion,
and winds and waves, are still.
I love you here, in the realm of spirit,
where nothing existed
before
we lived.
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