Ever Opening

How can love be?
unless its free
to move and change
within each individuality
becoming more and more itself
when flowing with and through
the many winds that wish it so
skipping on a breeze of fantasy
then settling upon a lawn of moss
within a forest, that seems darker
for the sentinels that keep is so
where trees begin and end
rooted to one place of being
while growing moving, ever changing
in the essence of each leaf
that it sets free in autumn's tide
and living too, within each heart
that dares to love
the very darkness of their being

Oh, great mystery of silence
come alive within the dawn
of just one pair of eyes
that sees and dares to speak
of the deep and utter beauty
found within the freedom
of the ever opening heart
of forests that have
come to reach
for all infinity. . .


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