Imprisoned flowers
Parched of light
Refuse to open
For the honeybee
Yearning to sip
Of the nectar
From under the
Cherry blossom tree

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The bleating of corpses passing by with
Dead words spoken from frost bitten lips
Linger in the air like vacant cobwebs
Their refrain silently torments

Dejection creeps stealthily, tiger-like
Through the moonlit bulrushes
As the lone cricket chirps scornfully
Amid the darkness of the night



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That Look…

The look upon your face
The one you revealed to me
When I turned over the page
A new leaf of a new chapter
In the book of love

That look left an impression
So indelibly infinite even the
Stars would pause to catch their breath
How I long to see that look

Your eyes full of honeydew
Glisten in the twilight
Focusing intently on the beloveds
Captivated gaze, staring back
Into the mirror of her own soul

The distilled essence of that look
Would quell the mightiest storm
Yet ignite the most ferocious tempest
That look…

Sacred Heart

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Dark Night

The dark night rises…
Love unfurls
like a stubborn petal
in the twilight of its existence…

only to be extinguished
by the harshness of light,
wishing for the liminality of life
to dissolve into its fullness of being


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