The Stag

The stag in strength of vision moving
wise in ways of ancient lore
came upon the shore
of the silent, singing pond

and the winds rose
as nature exposed
its pressing need
as a fawn approached

such innocence within her eyes
yet eternity in volumes spoke
once they united

one of heart, of mind, of soul
as together they became the whole
of life

?Michaelette?

9/18/99
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