We listened and we heard
in the space between us,
a small garden with many new things:
curving meridians and underworlds
and iridescent dreams,
shoulders to chest
like a liturgy.
One is when we are together
and Other when we grow,
so go into the night and morning.
The great wind in all its searching
has but one and holy globe.
He moved across the forest They moved across the forest It moved across the forest moved across the forest elephantly. across the forest under the autumn star the azure trees the fruit of rippling way
that beauty shadows on the grass moon; hand; dance come alive, remember you, remembered reborn, we cannot sleep dreams have no answer but deep, close to the heart they say be seen, dream with one anot
The sun someday will be love again. The mountain someday will be sand. The land in the end will begin again, and flowers grow out of its hand. I remembered an ancient poem, held under the tongue of a