this time

for the last time
no more falling leaves
burning water with wine
flowing fast into fire

for the last time
no more love poem
windy earth with eyes
blowing back into air

this time we drift away

for the first time
no more pearl perceived
beating heart o mine
sinking slow into maya

for the first time
no more falling leaves
for the last time
no more love poem

this time we drift away

© sylvi & see through publishing winter / spring 1996 (socan)

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