some poems frothand foam and rise...out of my morning cup ofmist-sweetened coffee.
this life has been a landscape of painand still,flowersbloom in it.
...and so many colorsI will have seen...the menacing greysand pine greensthe soft pink and purplesof springand summer blueand so many otherswithout you.
I do not want to sleepfor fear I might miss the twinkle of the brightest starfor fear I may never knowhow the moon glimmers, in the darkest hour.
Look, moonI turned silver for you.
someday i will walk under the soul-blossom tree with my hand eternally woven in yours.
there have been morningsso quiet and tenderlike a poem, on Thursday's lipsthat I wonderedif I'd been kissed at all...
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