After our row  .  .  .
I bought flowers and waited,
  .  .  .  Now they are brittle.

Greatest eagle, black and white,
Tell me how to reach the skies—
Wander with wind into the night,
Are you lost like me when you fly?
I see you marking the flaming sun
And want to follow your windy path,
Rising after moon, majestic one—
What trials of life in your aftermath?

Rain water clinging .  .  .
Naked trees festooned with beads,
  .  .  .  Jewels in the sun.

Flies above the fish  .  .  .
All stillness on the lost pond,
  .  .  .  Until water breaks.

Clouds wafting above,
Seabirds sailing in the sky,
  .  .  .  Whitecaps on the bay.

Aspen, stands by river,
Shouting out the noonday sun,
Dwarfed by foothill mountains.

In sorrows' garden,
Out of clear blue sky— omen,
Small floating feather.

Two ways of seeing—
Shadows running after game,
Round face of the moon.

Pond lilies basking,
Misty buds of sleepy rain,
  .  .  .  Water envelopes.

.                    .                               .                 .            
              ,                                  , ­                           ,
             /                                  /                               \                                 ­   .  
           /                                    a                               \                       
        ­   I                                cascade                        no                               .
        want                                of                 ­           wish                                 \   
       to see                              warm                         no                   
      a silent                            light                         prayer                                no
       choir                             radiate                         just                     .          thing          wave                              from                     ­       for                    /\           else
        and                                 the                             fun                   at           will
     curtsey                            corner                       candles             times         do
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Love is eternity
consequently,
Forever

Will there be eternity to heaven?