Beauty is
spring water, sweet and cool from forest rains;
a languid summer symphony whispered by the wind;
a smooth black rock, shiny with morning mist;
a waxing moon whose diamond lights play across the timeless sea;
a blue-sky day shared lovingly by you and me.
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Why do shadows blow away
when we whisper to the summer sun,
delirious within our bitter skin
only to shine purple and cool
like misty moons above a forest lake
as we lie sleeping, dreaming --
or is it screaming --
beneath the black waterless sky _
a lazy rain-beat symphony,
luscious and raw through shadowy mist.
a forest sings of dreams and time,
and I recall
how sweet spring moonlight smells.
