renaissance

spring has arrived

in this part of the world

rejoice, o heart:

sun's love was only sleeping.

#172

my body is not with you

yet my longing weaves flowers around your soul.

(for D.)

silver (ii)

even after dusk

the stream is filled with silver

taking it from the source

all through the sleeping world

to meadows green with spring

through summer's wistful fields

down to the strands of sea,

lighting my mermaid's mirror.

(for D.)