A Dream Beneath the Trees

I first met you in the moonlight, in my dreams beneath the trees,

Gently swaying with the red pines' branches waving in the breeze;

The frogs had calmed their chorus with the chilling of the air;

The stars and moon shown shadows down and showered me in prayer.

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I was listening in silence, fully drawn into the night,

When I smelled a subtle scent and I saw a sudden sight;

Then the image of your face embraced my mind, as if a joke,

With the feeling of your love and the sweetest scent of smoke.

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And the feeling wasn't fleeting as the smoke that fades away,

And the sweet smoke wasn't fading, so in wonder, there I stayed.

And I bathed within the breath of springtime air, so fresh and wet,

As I waited for a message from a man I'd never met.

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Then you were standing by my side and I felt you touch my hand,

As my heart flickered with fireflies to float above the land,

Then collapsed again to infancy and weakness of new birth;

I held onto your hand as we sank down to the Earth.

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I sat and stared into the place I knew your face should be,

And I felt your spirit's presence as my heart went running free;

Your hand molded into my hand, your fire fed my flame;

Static flashed between us and sent lightning through my veins.

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Thunder echoed in the distance, coming quickly from the west;

Thunder echoed in my heartbeat, drumming loud and drumming fast.

Then suddenly, the storm blew in a song to join the beat,

And the voice of wind and rain called for the drumming of our feet.

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We went running through the forest, we went racing through the rain;

We were splashing through the puddles when into a field we came;

As wind whirled 'round and chilled my skin, I lifted wings to fly,

And with the clouds, flew overhead across the churning sky.

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I fell back down beside you and we watched the lightning play,

Ensnared within the moment where I wished that we could stay;

But as the rainstorm disappeared to show the light of dawn,

The scent of smoke was washed away, and with it, you were gone...

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Many nights thereafter, I would rest beneath the trees,

And ponder on the magic that blew in upon the breeze

When you came in to visit me on that enchanted night,

And I know I'll meet you face to face... when the time is right.