A Stream of Full Moon "Where to?" Voice in mute with hollow respond, To ferry myself with no merry song, Embarking to where far and beyond, Refuge to seek, what you might fulfill, A mystic touch by your silver wand. Muscovite chips, Or so it withers, a drifting feather. Rippling not a mercury mirror, But as a weightless letter, Elaborate yet pure, by tidings of pleasure, Glittering spray to vapor what startling wonder, Hallucination, reaping desires in endless fascination. Lambent ribbons, with fantasies to render, A bottle of flowing silver, benevolence be spilled While elegance be gorged by the tip of her finger, Diamond dust with lavish gems, Not to consider What genius can compose such streaming sensation. Blending delight with the brilliant night, Reflecting what rejuvenating tender When imagination be extracted, As a shading curtain blocking all pounding weather, Silence in glance with every flipping page, Living a fairytale with no chilling winter. Sitting aside, salvation abide, Gleaming blue to negate what darkness in cover, Ringing branches to balance my wish, As spells be wrought in shimmering prayer, A statue be soften, all wrinkles be soothed While you rest in ease between my lazy linger. In mute, in calm, Yearning to stay, though without dismay, To treasure your smile in one drunken glass. Fervent kisses to blush my way, Returning glances to hold what's left to spare, Thus I've been cleansed, parting away. Adieu! Adieu! Embark once more, ferry on to embrace the day. 2006/3/21 -- ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Let not a drop of desire Disturb the heart in ripples ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ --

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