New sun

The time is uncertain 

Wishing upon a time long gone,

I should have kissed you

Made love to you

Where words won’t say

Of an adoration

Of an open sea

Once violent, 

But now calm

With her gentle ripples 

To drift us into a new sun


Words of a blind poet

speaking of a beauty unseen
the ruby lips florescent,

a flower,

from a withering stem
the fragrance
that seizes
the midnight breeze—

the lily of the valley,
her delicate petals
like crystals
of the stars—

her moonlight smile,
a treasure
in the secret chamber of the mind
and upon a silent winter night,

she dances,
her hair like a feather,
to the tempo

of her lover’s frozen breath









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