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matt d mattson
Poems
Mar 2010
A Beauty in the Forest Waits
When I first met you in the wood
T'was like the hunter found his hart
I searched for you my swimmer pale
Like Ahab searched for his white whale
I walked for long with bow in hand
And quiver full of cupids arrows
Like the hind you were so quick
And I lost you in the forest thick
But sometimes I would see a hint
The sound of footfalls in dead sprint
Then I would try to catch and run
Thinking that my prize was won
But always you had come and gone
The most elusive adult faun
I never could quite shoot my dart
And never could quite hit your heart
In sadness I left to go
And heard your gentle hoofbeats slow
I turned and looked beyond the snow
And I saw you there my lovely doe
So timidly you looked at me
Simply wanting to be free
So I stayed my hand and bow
And waited in the cold white snow
For now I know that if you chase
The hunted will seek out more space
An eternity it seemed
While my breath in cold air steamed
And then you took a step towards me
But still I waited by the tree
And then you were by my side
Affection for you I could not hide
Finally I have got you deer
Now please will you forget your fear
For I will always be right here
If you my love will be my dear
Matt D. Mattson Feb 28, 2010
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Denver, CO
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