downbeyond where the slopedropsdeep into valleywhere the treeslivebeyond timeand each breath becomes a prayerto our unspoken godsthere, moss cushioned, will iwaitfor you downin the darkof the waterdeepamong shards of lightswimming the softing tide –thrum of riverquenching my skin,playing my bonesdeer fluteto the forest sky.there in the deepamong our shardsof light, will iwaitfor you unyieldingin the…