A Fork in the Trail
I see you from the mountain,
A haze-wrapped, distant form
Reminiscent of Man, of an Other,
Of a companion from past life.
I see you on your trail, beneath pines,
Beneath cerulean skies, wind-wrapped,
Hair a-swirl, beyond the ridge.
I close my eyes to savor
The memory of your voice,
The supple beauty of your mind,
Our hand-in-hand adventures
Ranging through mountains.
Such a memory,
Alone in time, non-existent now,
Carries all the weight of shadow,
Of sunlight caressing wind.
Nowhere on a lone mountain
Will we embrace, share adventures,
Watch, tandem aged, while
Passionate words flow into
Companionable silence.
Nowhere beneath tall pines
Will we share a moment
Of clarity one last time,
Our farewell left to the wind.
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