Photo by Helen Buttfield
Photo by Helen Buttfield

Young Woman of the Trees

Find me where you go
Through glades and canyons
Down deep gorges in the drifting fog
Where I am going I will find you
Because we're lovers
Of stars sounding just beyond the compass of the flesh
Of mild summer nights
When crickets wake throbbing a music and go back away to their rest
Of round fires flaming a thousand splendrous dances out of the wind
And of the rippling capes of spray
Behind dolphins as they weave the sea
And shaded distances between the mountains
The emptied pure places
We'll cross all the distances where we are going
Find me where you go

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