Little Poem of Love
sheer morning in the dunes
flutes in the wind
play a sequence of notes
across the horizon
the ocean constant
the ocean ever changing
cathedral of song
my heart
a strange divinity
night
opaque night of the full moon
imagine your hands
surrounded by voices
gliding shivering the seagrass
holy its inclination
silence within the circle
little frogs on the windowsill
i have a sense of loosing
myself to hold you
chimes
bells in the wind
flare and dissolve
empty rooms and
shadows on the walk
my garden green and astonishing
the patience of a clock
hours withheld
those given with an open hand
conjunction of ocean and prayer
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