Like vapor briefly on a mirror
Those for the world, too sensitive
Sense the presences around us
Past the blinding corporeal fog.
In my journey's springtime far
In dire time of spiritual thirst
Summoned by oasis radiant
With misty leading ethereal chorus.
At the well, in repose the spirit
Invisible, supposed, to this stranger
Like all others, her well they sought
She unaware of eyes perceiving.
"Speak!" I said, only an echo
But felt the startled spirit near
The chill of loneliness uttered
Entered, she, my mind's eye.
I touched the lip, peered down the well
Too deep for me to see the darkness
Night consumed, she conveyed
Desire's not in the darkened bottom
"What offering have I, to know your truth?"
I spoke aloud for habit's sake
The answer, silence, but understood
The lonely chill became now warmth.
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