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stars to drive the sun

The Dance of Moistures

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for Max

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Laughter lingers down her tumbled hair:
this is the well-remembered spell and torch,
the light at the start of the world across the hearth --
but breath's the deepest sound we ever heard;
all night we listened to a silent space,
darkness treading its enormous lair.

From air we took our element, shared pain
and palest moonlight trapped between the trees.
Now in the tides of April, here we yearn
for jungles only, greening of the rain,
and stars to drive the sun up all her paths.

Where lies the trail? Are these her branches real,
the dance of moistures moving down her leaves
we touch in dreams, her face close by our veins?
Is winter mixed with spring? Roots pulse with fire?
Her light surprises where it most defines.
We hold to who has gone, but never shall,
while vapours trace and float among these pines.

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scattered references to "The Islander" by Marco Hietala and Tuomas Holopainen, (c) 2006 by WB Music Corp. /// to "The Skiers", by Howard Moss, (c) 1952 by NAL / WL

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