We are but two clouds
Drifting in same direction
Melting into one
Drifter
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We are but two clouds
Drifting in same direction
Melting into one
seasons unnumbered friskiest kitten whiskers growing on my chin
A haiku
Art no rhyme
Nor title
Beats numbered
Steps taken
Only closer
To sudden end
Sweet surrounds
Painted in mind
Inhabit dreams
Yet never mine

Tending fields of gold
Wild meadows chorus in tune
Swollen harvest moon

No one else can tell
Contentment is knowing that
Your love is enough

Absent mind grips tight
Following far away steps
Trip intoxicates
Now I know enough
For crazy ruminating
Over you daily
One who sorely knows
Hearts are happy wanderers
Gladly lets love go

Summer entrances
Thoughts of her dancing on breeze
Listless waking dreams
Many times her gaze
As bronzed kiss on nape of neck
Refuses to fade
Fever held tighter
One day of love lasts lifetimes
Burst seed sown in mind
All the words spoken
Feather weighed by scales of prose
One hundred to one