Poem: Excerpt 7

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Come with me, my princess of the ivory tower, 

Let us reach out to the stars;

Come share with me

my memories of Eternity, 

the song the West Wind sings, 

why summers end and winters come,

now and forever let us be one; 

From shore to ocean shore, 

in rain-washed streets 

and gardens under the glistening sky,

amidst fragrant, flowery fantasies, 

let us but feel

the pulse of our future. 


Look! There pulsates a new-born star,

an infant love, 

leading to our tryst 

in mazes of light

as millennia pass 

in the beating of a heart

the blinking of an eye

the shedding of a tear

so clear

(crystal clear) 

- and we, 

Nature's children, 

shall be forever enshrined 

in our star that shines for us at night.  









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from Canto 8 of 'The Harvest Season of Love Songs' 1997 




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