your door opens to dawn;
soft light pours like translucent milk
through lace curtains
as jasmine murmurs in the foyer,
a gentle invitation to enter
your architecture is solid,
fluidity with angles and curves,
a swirl of both water and air,
a declaration of fire and earth
a reminiscence of ripe plums
rests upon your bedside table,
still waiting to be savored
fingers spread and palms raised,
as though containing an invisible gift
gathered from the morning's tide
watching through your upstairs window,
the shore below reveals a mandala created within the mist,
a horizon of pastel memories beyond our grasp
wind catches wings of a thousand paper cranes
as sky unfolds,
a new day shimmers with slender sighs,
whispers of long ago and far away
you bend toward a distant sound remembered,
your hair covering your eyes,
wet almonds glistening as they recall
the promise of lilies floating lazily,
their reflections pallid beneath a descending sun
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