Sweet and liquid night,
oil in a well of murky water,
floating atop a thick and endless void,
A lack thereof.
A mossy lily pond,
touched with tiny star-flowers,
opening and closing with
the hours that transfuse
the night and day,
The clock of time.
Troubled is the breeze,
a restless ripple
wakes across the pond
or sky, was it a cloud?
or a shadow,
But those require light.
Moonlight, a reflection
reflects again in the water,
a mirror to the sky,
of images that falter to the touch.
oil in a well of murky water,
floating atop a thick and endless void,
A lack thereof.
A mossy lily pond,
touched with tiny star-flowers,
opening and closing with
the hours that transfuse
the night and day,
The clock of time.
Troubled is the breeze,
a restless ripple
wakes across the pond
or sky, was it a cloud?
or a shadow,
But those require light.
Moonlight, a reflection
reflects again in the water,
a mirror to the sky,
of images that falter to the touch.
Shadow Ocean
2001
2001
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