My Dream Garden
September 13, 2017
sensible
tongue of the wafting breeze
over a sea of ripened wheat
arcadian flood of light
beneath the hands of summer
our sunrise rivers
grazing flowering pastures
birthplace for liquid moons
coalescing in starstreams.
(for D.)
September 04, 2017
3 a.m.
sometimes
from a mere thought of you
springs a clear well of bliss
flowing from mind to chest to veins
expanding into lotus skies
to glint of heaven's light.
(for D.)
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