Friday, November 1, 2013


Then a small bird will chirp
From within the heart of the old clock
As we explore the invisible landscapes of love
A moth will dance around the candle flame
A street dog will growl looking deep into the dark
And the cane of the watchman
will tap its annoyance along the lanes
As we sit silent
Drinking deep into each other's eyes
You bloom into an orchard of wild flowers
The storm of silence blows passionately
Over the spring leaves
And as I step into the morning sun
From the warmth of our secret
I look back like a kid who lost his way
And there you stand
The cherry blossom
Smiling at the eternal Spring

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