Behind Leaves And Vines

Kardashev

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I was a pilgrim
And oh, I was lost

I looked from the forest, down to a river
The night, silver hands on my hair
There, in the closed-eye sky
I saw the clouds part to reveal her
Let my ignorance collapse
Let my tired eyes gain sight

She drank the Moon from the crystal riverbed
The world was silent, cold
She lifted her head
Great reverence in distance, piercing through branches
I stood behind the fallen birch

Snow falls
I stepped into the light

Nimble retreat
What beautiful heartache
In a moment so fleeting
What beautiful heartache
In a moment so fleeting