Stripping the dream

We did not look
so downcast.
That summer
of moon viewing.
Murmuring midnight
a magpie dream.
Cacooned by tree hugs.
And a mermaid
beauty, still unseen.
Each shard of love
dug deep, cutting
to the bone.
While mountains
laughed like flowers.
As the earth
returned to slumber.

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