Euphoria's Landscape

There is no winter,
no cutting edge of ice
carried on the breath of frost.

I lie awake, eyes cast 
to millenium blue heaven;
The primordial canvas,
summers stage of bliss.

My hands caress, swirling 
azure fountains. Your touch
to my hand flows along 
the glittering stream.

Sighs of poetry fill my soul
with sonnets of swallows songs.
My heart beats to the rhythm
as the wind breathes the echo 
of your name.


~haze
10/22/99

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