Garden Mind's Weave

distant Candles glow Their quiet Joyous Songs

into his eyes;

those growing Globes, 

wondrous, Widen! : Clouds! aLive!

Afloat; arrive!

Sun-showered in Wine, this drowsing Day,

Her Hours for Dream;

'tween wake and Sleep,

Her Harmonies echo Seas' deep Lovers

to Night's secret weeping, flickering Mines!

(this Garden - mine?)

(I don't deserve thee)

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Clouds kiss foam mists, fill verdant valleys,

swoon to Hypnos' painted sprays of

jasmine-swath-ed cherry garlands woven 

'round Her Eve-beamed face;

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weary wayward sailors

chop black Seas' uncharted turbid Air;

growing Globes awiden! Clouds, aLive! will guide you

disappear

your fear

for peaks hold floating, painted clouds

to show you

drink Her Air

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Garden Mind weave; woven, intertwined, upon my baby's ceiling,

quilted Nightmares soothed, now hush his tangled, ach-ed, restless Mind;

their faces trans-ceruleaned, thick warm curtains, form Stars' Choirs' LoveLines

to lull black ancient Mines to Moondust,

flow jasmine juice: soothe darlings, mine