Love Leaves
love,
gently rustles silver leaves
gliding through open windows
a golden summers evening
love,
like a cardinal's rubied wing
warming the brutish bluish soul
of winter's icy cheek
love,
like a spray of ocean blossoms
bursting from a magicians sleeve
into caverns of lonely hearts
rooting oh so very deeply
love,
like a siren sweetly offering
a sextant for the wayward bow,
just before it strikes the reef
and leaves in a flaming howl
love.
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