Her distant measures are longing and late
and stretch out in the garden light.
Her form is sculpturesque as she lays like a marble deity
Against the blades of grass
weightlessly angelic and pure
The leaf shadows create wings for her restless form
Her finger presses opens a flower
and I discover that I may only see her in dreams
or, as it seems the scrolled word
Unless the distance comes to a close
And the doors evoke a new horizon
Oh lover of my faraway eye.
The clouds hue in bark brown and azure blue
If this heart knew all kisses could be renewed
like the morning dew or the swans down
on a broken pool trumpeting into heaven.
The heart is often a fool
jesting wildly for angels to cast light and graces
Spaces to dance
and smiles to beam
we are always mortal seeking safety in paradises unknown
Reed of songs and a spider web
and dragonfly wing
who knows what feelings
Will weave its way in?