Poetry of place

The japanese woman

Took off her robe

Swam in the darker waters

Her long slender fingers upon the white keys

This is if you believe 

So the spring begins

With warmer hues

And a delicate tilt

A gift to what is between

An opening

Putting out the first hand

To bring out the dead leaves

And let the past be gone

That is how the want

Will summon

And flow

Like blood running uphill

Until

And she strokes your hair with her smile

And your eyes dance into her mouth

The only sound

Your heart

As all falls silent

And you bow

To all that you hold

As you take those steps

To the world

There before you