If snowless earth
is the cost of winter sleep
then I gladly
shall trade these
crescent moon dreams
dark ripples on a pond of night
yes gladly
for a drink of strawberry water
dash through spinning kaleidoscopes
of colour:
dandelion yellow sunlight
fields of growing greenv
o buzzing butterflies
tell, o tell soon
the whispers of lips soft grown
now hills hide, divide
how many more must
I climb, short yet distant
beyond, a partial mirror
of infinite depth
and I walk within
I am
partial mirror, also

colours not contained in
waiting, waiting
dark, spread, fly and
dazzle in deep fountain
of our eyes



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