You come from that silent place
where stars break behind cloud
bank below jet stream tears.

Your nights are brushed by Angel’s wings
& you haunt the still point of peace where
solitude becomes you.

You live in tune with the river’s breeze
the dryads and the fairies drift to you
gild gold dust on your shoulder.

Twice born this world can’t understand
the loneliness of a wandering man
whose heart tugs on his torn sleeve

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