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It was only

three strands of hair
falling across an eye half closed
a flash of green light,
curtain of eyelash, a snapshot in my memory book

where you exist still, the moment unlost,





I pause at the door, key in hand.
Breathing in the last of you.
Pleasure that pierces heart and reason:
All I can give
is to give it back.

Back to the World.
To the dreaming earth,
the singing waters,
dancing flames,
to the open sky.
To the Circle at the center of all things.

World, here is my heart's unspoken delight.
I offer it back to you, with gratitude.
To play among the leaves,
to light my dappled path.
I ask no more than this.
I open my hand.

A scarlet bird
flashes among the trees.

Fly free,
Bird of Paradise,
fly into the morning
from the other side of forever.


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