A Dream






Soft rain
Incessant, gentle,
Patters on fallen oak leaves,
The beat of a young heart
Curious and aware.


Lean ghost,
Silent, gentle,
Emerges from the fallen oak leaves,
The movement of a pure life
Curious and aware.


The deer
Steps onto the path
Steps forward
Steps back into the woods
Eats moss growing
From a fallen oak.


He stops,
Scratches his ear,
Vanishes.


Or we do,
My dog and I,
Into the morning light,

Slow, soft, silent as a dream.

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