White wolves circle
In pale blue light
Bare trees sway
Under iron frost
A silent soul sits
On dove snow
Where a new galaxy ignites the sky
She is at one with all
As crystal breeze
Touches her hair
Stillness knights the horizon
And time rides away alone
from Mystic
January, 2005
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