The liquid light drips from the leaves of the trees
And from spaces in between
The branches golden rain gushes through
Spilling over friends like me and you.
You with a halo of heaven-sent sun
Fix blue orbs on me, on my condition.
Rays spread from above your head
Rays from above
Filling the space between
With days of love.
And the hawk flies faster than the dove
Throwing thin shadows from the trees
'Enough with waiting around...' says the sun.
Dusk blends the shades and deepens hue
Seeming almost silent like me and you;
the darkness frees,
and we come undone.
4.22.2002
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