May 2014
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entering the mist
I become so at one
with mere being
that, with the forming of shapes
and words, it slips away
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the dew drop
hanging still from the leaf . . .
it would not be
had not my own eyes
been tinted by dawn
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mountain silence,
I will get to hear
the shifts of light . . .
I am well versed in the paths
of your valley mists
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see how time
reshapes my silhouette
cast by moonlight . . .
far away a half moon
rises out of my past
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winter's end
light pulls back
to the surface
THF Per Diem Archive
S. Pierides December 2014, Light & Dark