August 10, 2005

Dance the dance with the moth by the flame,
Sing the melody accompanied by the brook,
Chatter with a monkey while he takes a look,
At the snake that meanders and whispers my name.

These thoughts are the norm when engaged in the dream,
Serene is the garden of the flowers, so green.
This scene is awakened by the magic you told,
As I look to the west, and breathe in and hold...

I know that this dream will live on without end,
And with your warmth to guide me, beside me, and then...


(breathing in)




We'll see, won't we?

Type: Poetry

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