Brilliance perhaps comes
between fall and winter
what other time
that love marches — Spring!

A blind sight brings
perhaps black shard-thoughts
what banks my feet stood,
hearts feeding doves!

Dear love — awaits
feeding human fawn
there beyond the horizon
divinity speaks!

I tripped — a small rock
what soul slides —> me
i almost spoke to us/me
and love is-was all I need!

The material worth lost
reflecting our congress
We pass, what stays?
It’s easy; all of love!

:: 07-10-2014 ::
rev: 03-102-15 ::