I dip my brush in the gray of duskto give the day’s canvas its final touchbut my hand moved to red, to purplestrangely ...I am faithful to it...!
Tomorrow I will wake with the morning dewfallen not by chance upon my eyelidsthe ray of dawn will find my eyes closedit will come to open them......love!
Your eye... like a pool—in the dusk dripped your eyebrow an arrow on a bow drawn taut you drive me crazy girl—by God blessed with grace know this... I love you so much—for you I am mad taking the Moon’s...
A breeze blows, and shakes the leaf, / Rocks a wave across the sea.
If you did not know that He is watching you, If you were not certain of the breathing of the stars Behind the great clouds, If you did not hear His waiting smile Behind…
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