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Her umbrella turned
and droplets fell
like little bells
with ripple tones

Her steps fell lightly
each one a note
in the same melody

I fell for her
like so many little drops
I loved her
like melodies
carrying me
away

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Her slow touch is a song
a deep melody
unbinding what is bound in hurt

Her way with me, a dance
of moments met
each bright as tears of melancholy

Her home with me is here
arising within
where waters of mind play
between hearts

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In the quiet of a stream’s turn
the turn of streambed currents

In a moment of breeze lull
the lull of a meadowland breeze

…where grasses swayed

On the soft banks of sweet grass waters
all my thoughts returned to her laugh

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All around her
atwirl & spinning
her steps found their turns
and the world obeyed

All around her
her dress was free
whisper touches
soft as wind-lifted willow leaves

All at once
where moments found her
I was with her there
aturn in sweet forevers

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Photo on Pikist
Photo on Pikist

I think she
is a light flurry
of falling flakes:
twirling in spirals
fluttering softly
making small shivers

With small shivers
I meet them:
small skin kisses
smiling all over
rejoicing my senses
making soft meetings

I meet her
for love of them
for love of her

I meet her…

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My soul sings for soft, melancholy melodies
that run in restful rivulets,
follow their own flow under Autumn’s raining leaves

My heart hums in harmony with tender tones
that sound in sighing breezes,
sharing thoughts in gentle tellings to all who listen

My heart hears and lives

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Down by rusty rails
frail and flaking
over stoney steps that fell
til faced with currents breaking

Along the weary way
to crests by crumbling
under hand and step the feel
the smell of salt
the rails were shaking

Where moss and lichen lived
my soul was breaking

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The lovely earth instills her sanity,
emanates bliss, breathes belonging.

in stirring leaves & smell of moss…
in soil scent & whispering gust…

Oh, to feel apart from her is sorrow!

Forgetful soul, left without:
from life-well draw a drought that never dries!

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Caelan Rowan McCuen

Caelan Rowan McCuen

Poet; writer of imaginative fiction; lover of works of ancient wisdom and myth, explores the intersection of wisdom, poetry and imagination. Follow @CaelanRowan