his power
is the voice of the mountain
echoing sunlight in the windy valley
with spirit that never leaves
is the river reflecting a full moon
after the rain washes the memory
of the season no longer visible
is the scent of the air near the peak
unvisited by promises from the past
hovering as a bird returned from death
from Train of Love (2000)
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