Ghost in a Forest

Jenna Red 08

His travels often take him there
He seeks her in a secret lair
   Gracious shepherd heart in fair
Yearning silent hands embrace
   His face and hair
Adoring summer windy breath
Somewhere in the lingering touch
Solace softens lonely stare
   Into a gaze of patient grace
As he makes no slightest stir
   For a single blink would be to miss her
   To kiss the water is to kiss her
      One must labor so to hear her laughter even
Like the singing of trees as wind blows through them
Parting leaves like a lovers hand
Moving through a lovers hair.

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