"winter was once winter"

"what may i learn master?"

"the ways of the willow," you say.

"with that knowledge what will i then know?"

"the secrets of the wind," you say.

"knowing her secrets, will i be of better service?"

"you will be on the threshold of the unknown," you say.

"where knowing ends and sensing begins?"

"upon the very page of the sages" you say,"such knowledge though comes at a price."

"i find i am more lonely amongst them than apart."

you smile.

"when you are amongst them, you are apart of me and a part of me when not amongst them," you say.

"a ney."

"a ney will in time return to the world of the secret and hidden," you say.

"a ney the very definition for one such as you," you say.

"i would have sacrificed being anything save for a reed in the reed bed," i say.

we say, "winter was once winter before it was spring."

© t. imaan tretchicovmanicova

22dec15

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