book of prophecy
salvation’s clove thorn cup
love’s message lost

if only our world was
what we dreamt in dreams
then anything could be

vessel of love under
star wish shins bright tonight
dream what you desire

between there and here
all that is left in a box
time that was once lost

window rain view eyes
looking out pass days night
creative thought blooming

stem field of moss glen
black bird’s spirit takes flight
last time before dawn

open mirror window
without darkness there is no
no light to find love

and you are all invited

this photo is taken from Lois Evron’s collection of photos

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