West
Sunlight fading,
the baroque colored
clouds,
clearing above
the western edges,
beneath the windswept evening,
the deepening hush,
of twilight skies,
and
into the silence,
along the deserted path,
beneath
the early blossom
beautiful
upon the
springtime
trees,
ripples
a stream
beside me,
hearing my words
with her laughter
and my footsteps
I walk
along
the choosing
of ways,
as slowly,
with all my futures
she sings
of time
and softly,
weaving present
and past
behind me,
she gently
leaves.
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