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Pearlicia
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Hyacinth garden
On the night path,
you used to come to me
on my dew-covered webs
like threads of tomorrows
Soon I shall cease to be.
When I am beyond the memory
The memories of loving you
assembled like drifting clouds
They float by in sleep
You do not come to me over this sky of dreams.
My heart burns constantly
over the roads of vision
Needing one waking touch of you
Missing those nights of love
I wake wanting you.
Under clear heaven
I am not like the fruition
Of cherry blossoms in the garden
where we gathered blooms
Now I fade into gray.
Then to dusk crimson purple,
Ebb and flow
I am somewhere between you
my moon glow love
And my faded shadow.
