The reflective surface of the water moved
the colors of the sky in waves. The music
of the cows reverberated, my beloved
was held separate from me, as separate as
the night from day. The simple stars dissolved
as the rich Sun rose bringing the day across
grasses and valleys. My lover's words are curved
with vowels and allusions, she's the illusion
that sustains me, the object I've observed
in this brief dream. I see spectacular skies
give color to the trees, the ideals conceived
in sūtra and in psalm realized. I find
the self I've lost in water quietly moved.
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