Listening to the night wind rustling among the trees
I glimpse you running through the torrid forest
Covered in the lacy shadows, your white thighs
Glimmering like white moths fluttering
I peer intently, futilely, into the dark, down the
Empty midnight road stretching long into the lonely night
I stare into the wilderness that runs like encroaching waters
Into my feet, into my dreams, an illusory green and civil light
I kneel then, digging feverishly for something
Something I had lost or maybe it was never mine
Will it always be wild with an aroma more than taste
An elusive taste of something unaccountable and rare?
I see a glimmer, a glimpse of something in the dark, in the earth
Is that it? Is that it? A glitter of something appears and then eludes
A shard of light, of something white, pricks, draws blood and tears
And then is gone, but something drives me on and still I dig
And I feel again the night wind, a blessing on my fevered skin
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Originally Posted by qimissung
