There was a tease of promise;
a reunion in disguise,
a languid liquid
lingering
in afternoon wiling.
A turning point
of pleasure;
a bliss of surrender
a sleep
so deep
against time
and space
an eagle
flying
is All.
Senses
so slow
and dim now
Wake slow.
Where, what, why?
I havent the foggiest
memory.
Now
New
"Love is All there is..."
Dylan... keep me here
a while longer.
Waking a harmonic...
Awake in a circle
timeless from space.
Ride the golden morning
in the evening of your eyes.
See?
