Free Verse # 195 (her face)

Her hair like a river flows,
A nightsky of melting snows.
The deeps of joy in her eyes,
Laughing seas and starry skies.

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Let me burn in this silence,
a vessel with dawn’s wave
gliding to your shore.

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Rootless, like a cloud;
You, being the sky,
And I am always home.

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The poet as the sacrificial feast on the altar of his poem.

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Her face ~ inspiration and poem.

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