Above the mountain cap the air is scarce
but in an instant I feel her breath. A breath
that slides through the icy mist and revives
a passion through my lungs and chest. What
a vision are her eyes, blue butterflies in a sky
so trim. Another chance for me to love again,
sparkling water fills to the glassy rim. Calling
to me are her lips only to be intoxicated by
the taste. Not done in haste any calculated
movements-enjoying while it lasts a tobban-
ing pace..Now I see all her face-sunlight has
broken the frozen haze, the gods answer in
doing not with praise, opening the door to one
timeless day.
William F. Dairu Blackman
William F. D. Blackman
I have never found a companion that was so companionable as solitude. We are for the most part more lonely when we go abroad among men than when we stay in our chambers.
-Henry David Thoreau
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