Lips wet with mist, a kiss of breeze and
water grass, touched in diaphanous dreams.
The strains of a sonata stream
like pin point diamonds through rivers
of bloods sweet wildness.
Weeping clusters of allegories
spill from the tongues of lovers,
the flower of a song blue playing
The thief of dawn shatters the night
lights the walls of silence.
Hear the firewood snap and hiss,
the heat of burning need.
I am cloaked in awakening
but am I too late?
Art by Liu