Time to shift clouds, raise a rapid Spring storm,
touch the zero point of a veiled nature form;
It’s time for arcane blues and dreams about me
I’ll take your soul across the deep tantric sea
Where pierced are seven planes, freed spirited Earth
from girdled sky breadth crunched in a belt girth.
Let light evoke love, ageless songs, rhymes, old times,
we’ll soon reverse arcs, be blown with windchimes
too far. Dawn will split love’s poise with a doubt,
the thunder will break in a sudden shriek, shout
and the budded golden bough will hit heart’s ground
splitting us, the day from night into two perfect crowned,
but parted realms; Love, let’s kiss dead stars again
and ascent nascent night into a new light reign.

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