Thursday, February 23, 2006

 
In the distance
A flower blooms
Is that thou love?
Or but a mirage of thine devotion?

Oh, but to feast upon such sweet splender;
Mine tongue doth crave the dawn's sweet nectar
that doth arise with the moon's glow

Upon this wave I rest
The ocean gives me movement
Or is it thou love
That sends me along?

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