
Moon through your window
same as the one I’m seeing
beaming with Lover’s joy

Moon through your window
same as the one I’m seeing
beaming with Lover’s joy
raindrops on skylight
an unrecognizable rhythm
sounds to me like truth

ever widening
my circles stretches beyond
my limited ken

sacred space
watching a flower
fall to the ground
shadows moving
not the early walkers
the wind in the trees