They saw each other—
As party died their ache grew,
  .  .  .  Paired eyes *******.

.
The small grassland hills are dancing.
The sky is blue and the breeze is long,
I reach out, I touch and I look—
Into your eyes, my fingers in your hair.

One true love has come swiftly,

Before cold autumn, now, gone.

Deep in the knows of my ******

Heart, even after winter, new love

Grows!  No need for gifts of flower.

Petals of flower—
Impossible freshness, breaks day,
Her eyes opening.

Mirror, tears in eye,
Her picture by bed,
No light in night sky,
Even moon is silent.

I planted kisses  .  .  .
After tears my gift watered,
  .  .  .  Flowers for flower.

Raven haired woman—
Bathes in lake with sinking moon,
Black swan drowning light.

I feel the shrug of the passing winds,
That gather beyond my solemn place,
Where indifferent birds fly to and from,
With only lost dreams, real as her face.

With Muse filled;
Semenal words are
on the parchment spilled.

In a flower field—
Blue irises, tendril hairs,
Saw her disappear.