Please don't read as a poet
But as a long-lost friend,
Unseen without trouble
And find me in the gossamer
Growing thick with each passing
In our scaled dimensions
Of time and beauty
And all that spins Truth
In long gowns of sage and clover
Extolled hypnotic songs, bell chime of mysterious ode
Weep gentle like a long sigh
Of wheat in April
And remember
My hand in your hair
Stirred yesterday
For gifts to remain
Your temple and our seaside
Road so cobbled
That fell wayward in the syphoning
Of saturated dusk
Brought us together
Under a bluing moon
To understand the animals
We became with a howl,
The phosphors we saw danced above.
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Very difficult for this mere poet to not read this poem as the poet I am. Your lines are growing into minds poetically, scaling dimensions of time and beauty! Love your style of writing, exotic and enticing. Thank you for sharing. RoseAnn