I bathed a soft
whisper within a...
The wind of deception The roots of control,
The sails of love why not grab a bowl...
the thrill of meeting;
you thunder through my mountain...
Robin symphony
A song with each uprising...
A golden fish in
blue waters, with many eggs...
Swans in the ocean
gracefully gliding as one...
Garden willow trees
dance with visiting fairies...
Imprinted markings
soil, meshed and motionless roots...
In shadow of the moon, why
an illict bone, indentured...
You had left me reeling
under the bluebells...
That roasting night
when honeyed moon hung high...
Two moons ago,
the sun began to rise...