Where are you?
Drifting, dancing
somewhere above
the morning dew.
You came
to greet me;
or I you.
No breeze to take
the gossamer wings
of rose bay willow herb
or to disturb
the fibril veil
of silky spider webs.
Married to the stillness
and contentment
of the maiden day
I seek you,
hiding amongst
the passion flowers
and clematis.
Modest in this early hour,
I reach out to touch
your loveliness
and feel
the crimson pain
of loving you.
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