You rise from your sleep
as from a lover gone silent and cold.
You walk in a sunken green light,
stand before your water mirror,
then cut off your hair
I find you, I lose you. You change,
stand fast in a makeshift of shadows;
you leave, and ferry my heart away.
Your voice from its inner distance
saying your poem, your myth,
born from the bark of your tree.
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I wikiid the myth of Daphne and then I actually understood what you meant.Its beautiful.
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Lovely.
I can just picture Apollo's sadness and Daphne's metamorphosis into the laurel tree.