power of love

Hyacinth garden

Tears  fall inside my heart.

No one sees or feels them but me.

Revolving forms of countless old perception.

To sustain all that is universal.

It may come about that they fall from fantasy.

Contemplation and meditations all.

I dream of my notions and swoon all night with the tears.

Unable to sustain this way I encounter a new poet.

One bathed in feelings like the power of love.

Once touched, one learns.

Like green leaves of early spring.

It brings to my life a new dream.

All extraordinary words.

With all it’s extraordinary feeling.

You may not write my poems.

But you can surely feel my poems.

I cannot dream your dreams.

But I can fulfill my own.

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