Searching for Essence - an original poem

the soundtrack Scarlatti
through earphones
children outside and birds

fugue or the bubble of pronouns
through my consciousness
one after another this this this

this to post a poem
and drink that duckbonesoup
I slept all afternoon

whilst she played on her computer
harpsichord music so sensual
laughing happily in its bed

softfernleaves & short grass
letmeyoursatyr be
in this yr park she she she

she has this way of smiling
the sunlight on the water
in the mountain stream

gentle breezes
in the softhanging pine
the throaty warblers

words join together
at the hip like this
and down the slope

a small path leads beneath trees
the scent of the damp earth
the village lost far below

gently the water trickles
over and around and down
on animal skins we we we

light o’er these smooth rocks
in silence on the steep slope
the stream flows

see its dancinglight
hear its soft song
a halcyon flash of blue

her long black hair O
the thews of my back
see nor clouds nor storms

this clear sky above
see, Ophelia,
this is where we sport

away tha little castle
foulpile o’rocks
alive I wash my face

clearwater
mountainstream
yoursoftlove