/lit/ - Literature

Sensory
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Do you see it?

There; right before you--
The dim yet gleaming pond
under moonlight that you've found?
Lucky too, as cirrus clouds surround the
silver spoon dipping in the tarn.
Gentle may it be, still ripples form--
The stars among its welkin grip
dripping to their home.

Purple grasses cover blackened stones
lapping up the basin.
The susurrus breathing whispers
brushing gainst your skin.

Do you feel it?
The frigid mountain wind
slipping off of frozen peaks
which whisk the wispy clouds?
As distant air and eagle shrieks
prick the quiet with their sounds--
Do you hear it?

Kneel beneath the bristlecone,
between two blue bugles.
Dip your fingertips down, below
the icy water's black-crown hue,
strewn with star and studded moon.
Glide them through the lunar elixir--
superpositioned in mountainous fixture--
and suddenly smell Honesty's perfume.

Mountain air fills your lungs
as clouds soon cover moon,
and darkness resumes--

Did you see it?