Flecks of gold and azure tears Slivers of diamonds, dolphins and fears; Lightning's daggers, and wisdom of years a fool could see afar. Rose petal pillows, cinnamon and steam Honey in the pot with hopes and screams; Powerful rudder, vows and dreams built on passions ago. Ardor's essence and strength eminent Honeysuckle heat and breathless imminence; Through siren's pores an aura emanates and clouds my mind anew. They fill my awareness, the cup of my soul, Three of my beloved thrill me so With love pure and true, I overflow and so I want to know.
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Dedicated to D.R.S. 10.1.96
Daybreak Copyright 1996 David A. Taylor
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