Illusions

Meet me
by the silver light
of the moon
in the flower-draped
courtyard of our youth.

The fountains overflow
in the rain,
their tiles
vivid,
azure,
but in my dreams
the night is warm,
cradling us in the sublunar scent of jasmine.

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21 thoughts on “Illusions

  1. Beautiful, best I’ve read on the grid so far, for sure, no question. Beautiful serene lovely images, really nice peaceful paradise-y serene feel to this.

  2. “Meet me
    by the silver light
    of the moon” — oh goodness yes, ok! I’ll be right there. Wonderful imagery and gorgeous toying with words.

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