> 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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