I
Our deepest
dreams, our real dreams
They move as we
move, moving us
Receiving
us...soothing us
As lovers each
other soothe when they embrace
Turning back and
melting in the gleam
Sparkling from
their lips that leave
Them lost between
dream and Dream
Lips that meet in
long covenant
The lover for the
Beloved
The Dreamer to the
Dream coveted
Merging as the
finite and the infinite
Silent in dreams
more silent
Than the liquid,
melding limits
Of stream and
sea...clear and vibrant
As one these
dreams, as one this Love
Moving as we
move...moving us
Loving as we
love...loving us
Holding forever
onto dreams of love.
II
Be in me as the
morning winds
That clear the
indigo sky
And gently raise
The lavender and
roseate shades
That blush on the
lake cliffs
Until they shine,
Bluish-silver
On the still
mirror waters
Have in me the joy and gladness
Of the sparkling
lake
That burns
silvery-violet
And when these
colors fade
And the winds come
slow
With night,
Moving in shifting
circles
Be in me as the
spirit of these winds
And the will of
these darkening cliffs
And the mood of
these contented waters
That sink beneath
the quiet surface
Have in me the
solace
Of the meditating
moon and stars
And the
remembrance always
Of the sun-flecked
cliffs
And the sparkling
waters
That surround us.
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