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Pat Geyer


my dream
she was
the rose of sharon
from paradise lost




fluid thoughts,
spherical movements...
ensō doodles
circling 'round the sun
in a mystical landscape




misty memories
rise like
morning fog...
stepping down the path
we slowly walked together




morning dawns
the tide goes out...
the ocean, forever blue,
has a power
that does not fade




trees draw silhouettes
stars paint streams ~
in moonlit shadows
we walk a celestial canvas
til the sun comes up




serpent bearer...
forgotten constellation
quiet in the sky
til the sun passes through
where winter is summer

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