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Thomas Oak May 2015
Clouds become dragons
become clouds
become words.
Thomas Oak May 2015
Why wait?
a breath
a day of sunshine
and this life is gone.
Thomas Oak May 2015
Your sleeping breath on my skin
and then my eyes mirrored in yours.

These few words can only point to the love I feel
waking with you this morning.
Thomas Oak May 2015
Putting a shell to my ear
I listen to the ocean.
Activity becomes no mind
no mind becomes activity.
Thomas Oak May 2015
Waving pines
in the lake
I am lost in the reflections.

A mosquito
bites my foot
and I pass from one dream to the next.
Thomas Oak May 2015
Pine needles fall to the lake's surface.
The world ripples,
beginning again,
and again.
Thomas Oak May 2015
Rain hammers
and lightning paints the sky bright violet -
illuminating patterns in puddles.

— The End —