Searching For Spring

I walk these woods

watching my soul

searching for yours

bound by an old

yearning

to touch your spirit

by the light

of a midnight fire

under the clouds

of spring and feel

your breath in my hair.

But all I feel

is the cold wet

earth beneath

my tired wings.

faerie - Nephrite

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