Une soiree d'amour...

A flute...
Definite
Like a treat
Caused him to pause
his journey man's log...
Where he was noting co ordinates...

A flute
Someone was playing
Across the green
-getting dark
Of a splendid moist evening,
he thought that song...
Pulling him...
Pulling him magnet like...
the trees like drenched to their innermost
Stood like witness to his paused slowed silent curious state...

And the flute...
The song of the wood with holes
Piped by one from far
Unknown location
Unmoved him
and he stood still
Hearing
The song's longing...
A motion
Getting mixed with those wet trees
Trunks their sapping up the song
Just like him
And yet emanating
A music same...
A pining
Clear
Like
Unuttered...

A strange way
To get connected with Her
The Nature...

A true refuge like
Silent
Holy
Moist
Peaceful
Sleepy
And
So so full of
A lift
From the two dimensions
That
he remained
Unmoved
And
Fully moved
By the flute
And the evening-
Creating conjoined
A sense of Love...

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