Gardens Of Again


Your face an ecstatic portrait of poetic empathy
Silken soliloquy woven words through dream worlds
Sympathy gardens tender shoots morning flowers grow
Into a violet dawn the Night has gone inside,
Deep into hourglass eyes fleeting thoughts may glance
Trance fingers lace a belt of mirrors twice removes
Loves divine mysterious luster moves a breath of line
High into emeralds
Hills are glistening jewels like houses of heavenly sign
A kiss is a thought for a gift that is lost in the past
We sleep to reawaken
To the path once taken
Again.



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Written on 2017-02-10 at 00:11

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