I feel joy welling up in me
As your song takes flight like smoky birds
Ascending into an inky sky to flee
Escaping snares fashioned with mere words
The thought of you in your overgrown place
Strumming and humming with your musical grace
Among weedy shadows and strange perfume
Makes me think of you like a midnight bloom
That opens only on the darkest nights
To spread misted scent from brackened heights
Or like an olivine oil seeping from the hills
Darkening all over which it spills
Weaving through creaky and ancient oak
Pooling in hollows like a heavy cloak
Here and now echoing in my dreams
Reverberating in my vision with glimmering beams
Night after night while the world is asleep
My other self wakens and wants to leap
From many a fond and unforgotten thought
To what lies beyond and what is sought
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