Another additional verse. A three line verse is next.
The bright moon,
the wind moves leaves -
geese not seen.
Flight across the pond, well met
A being bigger than names
raindrops on the roof
dead leaf oceans scattering
who knocks at the door?
Weeping willow, strong old oak,
fire dancing from ancient skies.
Fresh sweet cool air
Solid comfort
Deep stillness within the rush
Here..., It..., Is..., desiring,
galaxies, and swollen breasts.
the wind stirs
sick, achy, resting
quiet sun shines
Change flowers in the wanting
Petals inform beauty, grace
In milky way embrace
Lustful Impassioned ethereal whisps
Of angels breath in starry skies
Nothing, her darkness shining,
words unwritten, waves unseen.
Her hair hung lovely as
the autumns dusk,
Her eyes dark almonds
...by a neurosurgical stroke so fine
I find myself completely out of my mind..
clouds and blue,
earth dripping cold water
- Get over it now!
Laughing, calling, babbling,
this river flows well.
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