Softer Shades

So where have those softer eyes been hiding, black shades, spearing gods of mind, torn wings on life-scented leaves, sweetly gathering, a ship of twilight and moon's ghost where you bathe. I think of you in waves, born from the undercurrent, days so far from linen and vastly asleep wrapped in summer''s tint, you are the bridge beneath the stone, the color that falls from words, too lost for green-silver creatures, too young to understand the heritage of a breeze, go and forest your wounds, come back tomorrow, tomorrow you’ll find me, banned and buried with only these mountains and old winters to recall 

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