Collage: "Come to me"

Come to me
for I wait
not and your leisure
cannot glean hope
from me that I
will be as you would



mine is the ice and the thaw
and the frozen lake
where the birds huddle
out of reach and mine is
the brawny river waking
to free its ice-bound sinews





all Bounty is mine to give
or repeal; will you take
the wild fish? the vaulting
magnetic scintillating creature
you so desire?
i care not







you are a ghost a
reflection in my face
a spark's flight soon
out of memory



but you will never forget me
you will never forget my
mornings and you will never forget
the fall filled with fire or
my baleful
red sunrise







Come to me then
and follow your gaze
into the deep green
of my eyes



and over lake
scapes beyond the reach
of your touch




for verily I
am within you I am
your beacon
I am your toil and your
resting place and I
am what you seek in
your solitary flight; but
which you will rarely
find and which you
will love
and lose, always.







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