Friday, June 09, 2006

Haik`u

eventide comes in
white clouds bear the horizon
the pale moon is now
. . . . . .
the willow is you
slender limbs are sinuous
appearing transcendental
. . . . . .
blue eyes slowly 'ope
as if your sleep was heavy
your stare is my prize
. . . . . .

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