Here today, the sky is gray.
The moon is calm, the trees too sway.
How is what I do so strange?
How does it get me so deranged?
It is, alas, a hard pursuit.
For that alone, can it be moot?
It’s something that I want to do.
Could there be anything more true?
I am the war within myself.
With pain, I find you are as well.
I long to mend the one of thine.
And keep and feed that of mine.
I need my war for impetus.
Yours destroys and cripples us.
Yours has rendered you a shell.
I see, though you will not tell.
These days have caused your soul to veer.
I pray it finds a way back here.
I won’t believe that you are gone.
Though I’ve not seen you for so long.
The wind shears leaves from the tree.
At once a death and setting free.
A little ways from a round,
A creature moves without a sound.
It will and does walk along,
Beneath a layered forest song.
Its song is joyful and it’s tragic.
Its beauty’s plain and dramatic.
Where, oh where could you be?
If I found you, I’d set you free.
If I could give my life for these.
At once I’d fall as leaf to breeze.
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