let us walk onto the shore
green in oak might be waiting
beneath its sultry shadow
to see rise of waves by tide
does it drink cup of blue?
moon may be there above
spewing whites of beam
to see its resonance sprinkling
by kiss of mists to embrace
do we call it light of reflex.
sky bespeaks of adoration
covering earth like cocoon
green to extol creation
by jingles of inebriation
does love reels of benediction?
time tosses up spinning around
to sustain journey of mortal flow
dappling green of leaf onto disowned
vortex of spumes move heavenward
does love follow onto eternity?
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