You must not forget
the space we made.
Together, or alone
we travel at a mysterious
pace.
Well beaten paths
of forgotten snows.
The white hare.
The sparrows trill.
Together we will sit.
Calmly Quietly Still.
Until we approach
the maze so filled.
With forgotten paths, by ways so still.
Wandering up and down,
until we reach our goal.
And rest, upon the new
fallen snow.
nov 2006



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