A duet with its guardian tree
I felt its kiss upon my skin
Slowly seeping deep within
The lonely places I had grown.
I felt its spirit claim my own
And wandered down a rocky track
My heart reaching for peace I lack.
I found a tiered shelf of rocks
Where water fell in rhythmic shocks
And winds played a song in pines.
Here shadows live and no sun shines
Yet peaceful beauty calls the soul.
I let it touch me, take control
And walked into the waterfall
Content to hear its siren call.
© 2012 Pam H. Murray
August 16, 2012
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