Ah,
it's you my love
The
one who comes slowly
tapping
your fancy solo boots
to
the tune in my hollow reed
Singing
my name
in
the fertile deep.
From
head to heart burst
out
of the traveling dark
flowerlike
opening
petals
through your song filled sky..
trusting
the perfumed garment
of
your changeless
Ever
Existing
Certainty
Naked
I dance,
like
a moth to the flame
tumbling
in the warmth
of
clear seeing.
Candali
Poetstory 2012
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