There netted from the deep
dream - charmed
ocean
The sunken garden
Where the dry leaves
Scuttle before
The west wind
The spread sunshine on the
Bench by the far wall
The rose blooming
In December
By your left shoulder
The concert now over
The harpsichord folds down
The recorder tenderly
Tucked in its quarters
All the golden notes somewhere
Still in the webbed lace
Of tinkling strings sounding:
Reflections ride on the curved
Melody rising and
Burst bubbles answer
The eyes awakening
Dispersed again into nothingness
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