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Hidden figures
I'll be your mountain
You be my sea
For all onlookers
We are divided
On the beaches
But really
I fall
At your feet
If only
If only I could live
On native cherries
Bugs and berries
Tuned in to singing
Of sapling gums
Swinging in the wind
Timed by sun rise
And setting
Days stretch out
And snap back
Catapult us
Through our lives
Never counting cost
Not all who wander
Are lost
Here be dragons
Mine is a joy of colour
Burned in my brain
So brightly borne
On night forlorn
I hardy seem the same
A name so entrancing
It fair evades the jest
The sound of it
Steeps pride within
Its brush long stood the test
Spent many a day observing
The detail in its grain
To widen gaze
A spellbound daze
Defies grande window pane
Blue as the sky opens, timely
Cool as the vast southern sea
Ancient creatures
Surely teach us
How humans ought to be
Wise as blue whale roaming
Fear kraken, now mythical beast
When power and lust
Turn forests to dust
Here be dragons, man unleashed
Eye spy
The Painted Lady
Saved me today
Escaping cool
Shot of adrenalin
Disturbing a ray
We acquainted
Under waves
Turned tail
Nodded shyly
Red billed spy
From rooftop
Provoked a smile
Chirpy chatter
Sailing treetops
Remind me
What truly matters
Chance
Oh, what perpetual state of bliss
To go back to that time and place
To relive moments again
Not just in the mind
When we might have had
A chance
Dose of horizon
A silken trail of glitter
I spy her familial face
Standing boards gliding
Peace invades the haste
Of scales and wings
Silent and stealthy
Master of patience
Winged wanderers
Lie in wait
Footsteps to evade
Mesmerising artist
Dreamweavers
Highest peak of nature
Study of scales
In momentary flight
To seek her beauty
To accept a life
As a maiden in waiting
For next season arrive
As age wearies
The watcher
She is forever young
Dawning metamorphosis
Her daily wisdom
Touted to stop
Smell the flowers
Force of wings
A breath forms
Tidal waves over horizon
One moment pure rapture
The next moment
Gone
Safety
Incantations of solitude
Splayed all over
Iridescent pages
Wiped by finger wand
In an instant
Sweet torment of longing
For deeper waters
Treading still
Yet running
In ruminations
Creatures lurk
Prod and pull
At my toes
Envious of airborne
View below treetops
A curtain moves
Lights fade
My heart gallops
At the notion
A bond could not
Be saved
Taking time
Time and time again
Our footsteps find
The path that winds
Back to where
Our heart wound
Sings for solace
Giving it the love
We grew accustomed to
Until our mind
Direction-finding
Breaks through
Finds the compassion
To love the child
Within
Count the stars of heaven 