Swept Away Unfindable

I am the un-find-able ...the hidden now But outside the wild winds still blow I know lighter leaves in brighter hues still swirl move and gyrate to the beat of music arms and leaf tips in the air hips and form flowing like the river around rocks winding boldly over the slightest of hills and down again They live in hope –with hope that rises up and bursts forth in them ...fluttering of butterflies they sweep out the preverbal door How sweet it was! the ecstasy of youth filled hope...each day a new shiny discovery! Each night filled with starlight and street light and dazzle of white lights off wet pavement potential brimming forth...the froth and foam of it! washing them crystal clean...They await self-discovery and being “discovered” - to be made in a moment –to be found more significant than the others -to be a leaf......singularly found and lifted up among leaves I taste it still in my dreams you come to me as you did then...and we swing up fluid as a vine and ride on mighty dark and wondrous steeds we ride...into the thick of dark green mossed filled forests ducking away with ease from the clawing limbs that sought to dethrone us Awake...I close my eyes and rock ...whisper just audibly enough for me to hear “Hi Ho Silver! and away!”