Sweet tears descend
they cascade
to the autumn ground
Moving like promises
in dreams
we walk the steps
of someone before us
hand and hand
I look at him,
think god
I love this man
I breath in time
to marvel at this day
The sun a
taintless illustration
of sensation
déjà all over
again.
I sense we have lived
this day once before
Walked this direction
to the same aperture
Karma of souls
we ramble
in temples champagne
Immortality a lamp shade
at the end of this road
we walk today
We will sample
the water from
youths garden.
We will dance in
deja all over
again.
