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"Supplication"
(To the un-named dedicatee)
To one who was born
In a field of violets:
Did you hear
When the dewdrops fell?
Did you feel
Your hair dance in the wind
Among a thousand whispers riding
On the active stillness of the woods?
Gazing in the direction
Of the twilight moon of three,
Did you see the stars flicker
In the space between the branches
Like lights of faith
In moments of darkness
When the heart is heavy
And shoulders weary?
(Your eyes dampened
With shrouded tears.)
Dearest one born
In a field of violets:
Please seek not who I am
Or what I may be.
For while I remain entombed
In your crypt of awareness absent,
In the space between thoughts,
With my love un-declared
There,
In the un-rustled silence,
You fly free.
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(A Letter to Fragrance, unnamed)
Positioned in the hour of two
The moon atop the twentieth house
When the god of thunder rides the sun
Wood violets in your heart
Do you throw secret glances
As we ride the waves of sound?
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Painted hair
And bamboo slivers
Shaking nervousness
Mirroring
Wind blowing through trees
Beside a field of wood violets
(You were born there)
Echoing
The sweet resonance
Of hollowed wood
Sound moulded by fingers
On silver rings
I visible yet unseen
By your sad eyes
In a well lit room
One fall evening
A tiny smile
Not for me
Such persistence
These
Shards of memories
Of you
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Flakes of ice
Dancing in the wind
Painted hair
In helmet green
You on your bicycle
Cold silver rings
On your instrument
Strapped
On your gentle back
Bomber jacket
And black pants
Sad eyes looking forward
To a destination
Unknown
To me
I not even
A flicker
In your mind
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Thor's day
Lady of violets
Clad in green
At the setting of the sun
(Or so I assume)
Unknown garb
At sunrise
(Perhaps yester-morn's)
Cold wind
On your face
With the sun
Peeking through the clouds
Is it hallowed blackwood
Or shimmering
Swan-shaped brass
Your fingers caress
All ten jealous
Of the bamboo sliver
That your warm
Moist lips
Envelop
This day
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Lady of violets
Does your heart beat
West by south-west
Of the tower
Sad eyes
Resting on raindrops
Warm fingers
Embracing
Hollowed blackwood
Warm lips
On bamboo strips
With thoughts
Elsewhere invisible
Empty
To the north east
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Your sad eyes that don't see
Ears that don't hear
Mind that flicker
To the north-east absent
Lady of violets
Painted hair
On soft sheets
What dreams
Visited your slumber
Last eventide
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Secret glances unseen
Under the moonlight
Azrael in flight leading
Michael, Raphael,
Gabriel, Uriel,
Saraqael, Raguel, and Remiel
On waves of sound
Above wood violet fields
Awareness empty
Of the heart that beats
In your direction
With gaze averted
Disgust ever present
Why does the world crumble
In the silence
Of your lips?
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Moonbeam hidden
Behind the clouds
Out of mind
Not even a breeze
To fill drooping sails
Sweet sound
From a distance
Distorted
You in images
In wood violet fields
The paint in your hair
Fading
Only thus
Only thus
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Just before dawn
The flicker
Of rain in front
Of a hidden street lamp
A flash of purple and blue
Reminiscences of you
In wood violet fields
Will the light of the moon
Reach my eyes
After dusk?
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Hair in slight curls
A patch of painted white
At the setting sun
You appeared
Lady of violet fields
In soft tones
And radiant smiles
With awareness selective
And ignored greetings
Did you sense
The faint beating
Of a pilgrim's heart?
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Farewell maiden of violet fields
And cold averted gazes on a weekday night
Your sweet voice
Like shards of ice
In my ear
Your feigned attraction
And counterfeit smile
Go sail away in polluted lakes
How many have you fooled?
How many have you broken?
Do their heads festoon your wall?
(Minced hearts in a casserole?)
Moments of beauty
The shimmering moon
Ruined by your presence
Begone woman
(Or do I dare call you thus?)
Violets in burning sulphur
Your head of snakes
Cast into the sea
FIN
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