Beloved


I would spin the sea-spray
fashioning a belt for you


I would braid the rolling waves
to spread a sleeping mat for you


I would weave of the clouds
a shawl to cover the hair of you


I would stitch the mountain breeze
into an evening-gown for you


I would pluck from the eastern star
a brooch to adorn the breast of you


I would shake down the eclipsed moon
for a lamp to light my longing


I would feel the sun
into a sea of night for you
breathing the honeyed sweetness of you


Beloved, 
Count the dreams
That slew the truth
With their false paradise 

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