your golden skin so near
at the edge of my wishes...when
I listen to a voice as the wind,
gaze at the light you send, to fill
pale night, blends stars and night birds
As you dance upon the mirror of the sea...
I open my hand, to ask--
dance with me, upon petals over ground
to heart sounds, whispers in new leaves.
I plant a seed in spring, it is a night flower...
like you.
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