at the hour when dreams awake
the truthful moon is soaring
from the ocean dark and quiet
into an air of amethyst embers
flower and fruit of night
illuming what stays true
in darkened stillness
flowing in wavelets to the shore
may in this hour of contemplation
your eye meet in her face with mine
growing a flower in the sky
beacon for timeless seasons.
(for D.)
2 comments:
brimming with all truths of love, your words, always~
Thank you kindly, dear Yelena.
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