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I am beneath the forest
dark in a cave of branches
the trees fill the mouth of
the mountain
the river voices
no light passe
s

I wore the mask of the deer
I lay beside you
I licked your face
I slept by your side

when I awoke
I grew frightened, I
found myself bound

you are gone

but I remain

 

 

 

  in the early morning leaving
no light coming
I see in the shadow
above the lake
the silhouette of a bird ascending
flying, reaching
for a place in the darkness

 

In the deep of the forest I hide
In the deep of the forest I hide

the water of life did not pass through
the water of life did not pass through
this rock
eroding

I woke from my dream
I woke from my dream of life
the glass broke
the bell is dead
the bell is dead

I am a white flower
fallen on the stream
the root has been cut

 

 

 

I am beneath the lake
the lake
all water
from the mountain flows
swollen, filling
my own weight
pressing myself
against myself
my hand


against the glass

 

 

 

There is nothing but air

and the whiteness of the light
that leads me
high in the mountain
the voice of one
who calls me
in thunder and in peace

and now alone in the dry
grassy field
there are only whispers
and the mountain staring still

and when I look down
I see the day that gave me


that gave me the water
that took me
that took me

away

 

 

 

light
light

light of morning
the fairest light, the fairest light
has come

softly, I feel its coming


night has given
night has given
a place to morning
breath returns and moistens
the grass the birds feather


no longer do I hide
no longer do I hide
gone into darkness


light has come

 

 

 

Joanna Brouk

 

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