65 & 66

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65.

 

 

For the moon to rise like

this rising Love in my Heart,

surely it has something to do with

the darting dragonflies flitting

above the plum tree standing

at the foot of the hill.

Surely, this Love IS

the moon rising

the dragonflies flitting

and the plum tree standing

at the foot of the hill.

 

 

 

 

66.

 

 

Against the sky at dusk

i could not discern the color

of the dragonflies' wings

as they flitted about

above the plum tree.

Against the darkening hillside

so somber and silent

i could not detect the color

of the plum tree's blossoms

scattered across the ground.

Against the Heart breaking open

i could not fathom the color

of anything being other than

Love's invisibility

becoming visible.

 

 

 

LoveAlways,

 

Mazie