Love Poem: Circle
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Written by: Keith O.J. Hunt

Circle

The forest awaited, with its evening sigh
   the woods awakened in its sun-dripped dews,
   the larks and whippoorwills sing the song
   the Ancient's fore-told:

Yesterday has passed, tomorrow is yet to come

Yet, all are born to communion 

Mother-Earth breathes through her earthen sheathe
   granite and magma 'neath cools and heats
   the seas and tides, season's slip one at a time
   icy and fiery across Olden Moon...
   Eclipsed, yet all are born to communion

Two souls walk the road where the forest awaits
   with its evening sigh, and the woods awakening
   in its sun-dripped dews
   the lovers slept 'neath Olden Moon
   to hear the larks and whippoorwills come rise
   singing the song the Ancients foretold:

Yesterday has passed, tomorrow is yet to come
   
Yet,  all that is born is born to love