Painted sky, honeyed tresses dipped in crimson wine
spread its flushed auric glow on thyme covered hills
Its aromatic perfume trembles in the stillness, so fine
sweet, intoxicating nectar, my growing thirst fulfills
~
Whispering winds traveling through the evening air
sending sunbaked dust and unspoken dreams my way
The sound of a lyre walzes graciously through my hair
while its echo cast its shadow on this sunset, on display
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I see a sash of golden amber floating before my eyes
'tween lush branches where olives and figs intertwine
Stillness fills the air as the melody of the cicada dies
ephemeral tranquility touches my bare skin, so refined
~
As day becomes night under the rising of the moon
stone upon stone of antiquity are dozing in fitful rest
From the palm of my hand, bits of my soul are strewn
From the palm of my hand, bits of my soul are strewn
in this fleeting moment of splendid stillness, as its best
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