Roads To You

Above the earth, a lone, twice-sized moon smiles,
whispers over the cool river passing our spirit-filled cottage waiting.
Scattered and restless, laughing silver flecks,
dance upon the tiny waves, that lap silently upon the shore.
Drifting new fallen leaves, shimmer much richer than,
a new weaved silken heart throb.

Empty black peaks, echoing silence…reflection.
Among sparse stars not yet flawed by day,
they drift…spin…guide…draw me unto your border.
While strong pine and familiar cinnamon waft through the heavens,
gently sprinkling into my wanting garden . . .calling you.

Roads to you not yet glistening my escape.
Broken clouds darken after thundering away…and there,
they drift as purple cliffs blacken and I yearn…chant,
beyond the hawks swiftly banking in flight East.

Memories of your valley rain grow familiar again,
as an approaching newborn Beltane sun casts moist promises.
Of our brushwood gate, out to dry at the village;
half-wet and fragrant, I long to kiss your mouth…..

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