Sabrina and the Wind in the Branches of Swaying Trees

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Sabrina and the Wind in the Branches of Swaying Trees


Love is greater than magic
and lasts as forever as death.
The drive to connect.
Connection itself.
The first idea in the system of branching.

Who does not want, 
in those foggy fields,
the companion, 
or the leery vision of the lost?
To know is to be forgotten,

certainty leaves barren seeds.
What we know for sure 
will be our own,
conjoining the sharing need.

Shhh. Listen! "I love that sound . . .
my favorite sound in the whole world."
Whispering dead? Or
a soothing blend of nature?

Is not the ghost in the telling
of a solitude half-forgotten but
for need 

of memories bisected?
The Classic Unconscious?

Connection sealed through doubt?

"We shall worship Mystery,
one and all.

"Till there is nothing in the telling."