What would happen if our souls met
underneath the full moon,
in the form of two birds,
upon a sakura branch.
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I and an other met on a bridge, at night.
The Sky tore open and revealed a pink sky which filled the night.
Colors unseen to our eyes shone through the heavens like rays of sunlight
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At three in the morning, the setting reverted and the dimensional gap was closed.
He and I stood together, embracing one another
when we awoke, at the the center of the bridge.
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III. The Great River in the Sky
We float through the celestial river
as if it were a lazy river. There is no payment
required by the river, and you naturally
move, work, and express.
In the surrounding trees are
perched owls, who
frequently fly overhead.
Below, doves, like swallows
dip and dive
in arabesque.
The cosmic landscape is abiding, as it is
on earth, and
nothing seems to be feeding the river
but unfiltered, deep, imperfect, yet
perfect, love.
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Poems © Jon Sysyn 2015