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the river ghosts
guard the darkness
i see them keeping
watch about shores
in early light or new
twilight's haze

speaking fear
to weaker hearts

White, frothy, mist
from river nymphs,
care and fend their home
in our betwixt.

Sometimes mist rolls over the silence
and time rushes forward to cover
the river of life from our eyes.
This is the moment between -
when what we have suffered
and the joys that we've shared
are all but a dream.

wind and water
lovers apart
passion arouses
mists in repletion.

damp skirt clings to curves and ankles
wanting to stay close
pale dewy feet glisten
speckled with pine needles trying to escape
hair curls and writhes in strings
dripping its grief on white shoulders
goose bumps sing on bare skin
I walk the darkling forest and
mist enshrouded hills of my past
seeking a path
to a warmer future

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The river reaches upward
with mist hands
holding the mountains close.
Like lovers parting
they wait
for sunrise
and absence.