Pat Geyer

USA

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my dream
unexplained...
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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