The Bard At Night

You were loud as the moon
words echoing through half-light
-a gaping chasm of nearly pitch black.
Your laugh struck me like leaves in autumn,
auburn stains, pristine pointed edges
for weeks, until you could melt
into the earth, washed away
with old papers or a memory
or a bit of rain.
Silver-skinned and long like everyone’s
favorite tree, shadowed in night
and always out of reach
telling stories
a narration of winds and wilds
while I made my journey to you.

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