A place on earth.

Where is the pond that softly sighs,
when I am sitting by its side?
Gentle bits of greenish glow,
of mating and murder and god only knows.

I listen close as beauty sings,
lonely, desperate harmonies.
I feel it close when beauty stings,
and takes the life right out of me.

A brook below begins to babble,
it speaks to me of happy things.
of dancing close around a fire,
swaying to sounds without a source,
of rhythmic pulsing begging motion,
deep within a leafy ocean.

Wild, tangled, laughing branches,
reach across for patient partners.
quietly, I take this chance,
my love, my heart, my heaven waiting,
may I please, have this dance?

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