Chase Fire Biography

I see myself in her,
yet, she is nothing but stone
at the bottom of a dark well
in the rain
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Thinking
about the future
under midnight rain…
the same moon
...

Our wishes climb
on snowflakes,
reaching for distant stars—
my frozen breath
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The glow
in her eyes…
I watch the sun fall
into distant lands
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In a candlelit forest
I sketch the faces
of ancient trees...
my brand-new notebook
...