what is sleep
if not with my face
against your back
my ear
...
when you return from home
we’ll spent several nights
searching for something in us
to write a poem about the willowy trees
...
Dzogbese Lisa,
give me the strength of the hills
never washed away by summer rain
give me the vigor of the cactus
...
let me be
the scream in your fear
the moan in your pains
let me be
...
tonight, our love like the setting sun
slips away like a shadow behind the grooves
like a pencil of smoke it enters the thin air
till it fades like the indigo cloth with time
...
through all hurt and pain
even in whirlwinds that tear the soul
or the sorrowful rain that maims the heart
I still hold so dear breathes that
...
its not the years we loved
its the quality of love we shared
its how we walked through the valleys
...
tonight is the night of which I dreamt
and saw a smile on your lips and a flower in your hand
I saw tulips and bougainvilleas, roses and daffodils
they opened their petals like the sunflower
...
I have heard it told
that from the wrecks of time
and life's garbage heap
the lily sprouts
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