We walk in friendship slowly
gifts of chinese blossoms
delicate pink white offerings
guide our sunlit steps.
Your hands, like tender lillies
still the evening water.
Personal reflection, private hope
drift softly past our eyes.
In the quiet, poignant moment,
orange silky sunset dream,
love is colour yet inaction
in your cautious tender arms.
The canopy of willows
cast shadows onto darkness
moontime lightbeam dawning
our wandering ways intwined.
The morning light shines freedom,
it brightens and affirms -
deep flowers, rooted passion,
grow with budding intensity
into future fragrant gardens
where careful feelings breath
warm-toned chrysanthemums
and shed petals of desire.
Randy Hurst
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