ILLUSION
For you I would
Split open the sun,
Plant its seeds,
Gather
Its ripened fruit.
You are a flower,
The blossoming of my heart,
White starlight kissing
The earth.
Love, you walk
An ocean path of moonbeams,
Beautiful... elusive.
Thursday, September 10, 2009
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