A'play in the wind
a leaf come unhinged
It's shadowed a million thresholds
Millions more but who's counting?
Doors, doors, half-open doors
all on gilt hinges
always ornate
with the sun and the stars
and a lost moon
Searching its silver nimbus
Little moon. Little Moon!
All eyes looking out
not in
not down at its anchor
Never look down, Little Moon.
It looks to weigh said weight
It's looking out, out, out
into the offing
searching for home
now gathering speed
and the things it'll need along the way:
the little leaves, and the wings
and some seeds, seeds, seeds,
for longing's unfathomable range
Little leaf. Little Leaves!
A leaf come undone
free of roots, anchor and orbits
Sun and Moon, thresholds and hinges
Doors ajar leaking Time
Don't look down
Follow the whispers, Little Leaf
To the moon looking out
Follow the whispers now
There's always the wind to remind. The Wind!
Always The Wind somehow
Always the song of the Mothertree calling Go to that door. Always the song on the wind Forever leaking in Always the wind looking out to remind us, Little Leaves Always The Wind and her whisper
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