Decades Before Meeting

Sit near falling streams, sweet one
See life defeat rocks
And splashes kiss light
And I will know it somehow.

Spy a last hanging leaf
Brown with experience
Atwirl in the wind’s will
And I’ll sense gusts of hope.

Listen long to the snow’s quiet
When few would dare take joy
And certain you exist
I will find you years hence.


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    1. Aww, Das nice, Eliza 🙂 I caught myself thinking of an old Leonard Cohen verse yesterday afternoon, “Go by brooks, Love”, and I looked it up and thought, how can I expand this idea more to my liking. And a mood took over…


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