75

without
the blancket of
dreams
a winter cherry
withers
upon my palms

74

engaged with prisms
a morning dew creates
a rainbow diamond
at the edge of a bough
the only gem I've ever begged

73

part of me
falls
from your tree
yet the heart
returns to our roots

72

thread by thread
our silky web
has woven
it takes a whim
to snip

71

the silence
falls on
the wet moon
proposing
paired meditation

70

from the moment
our gaze met
nothing can
set it apart
even space-time

69

having extra eyes
on my side
stretches
the width and the depth
of my sky