listen to a voice, calling from where the heron waits

[Kailashana]

Turn me over
in my grave
and set me free,
do not
admonish me or banish me
to your own private hell

Make no promises
you can not keep,
uncork the bottle that forgets time,
let's be drunk
on the sentience of love
and make love
until my lips turn cold
to kisses
and the stream of sunlight

The moonlight and her erstwhile shadow
belong to no one's avail,
but feel all of you,
inside me,
clamoring to be heard

Write a poem, and dance
your dance, oh drunken poet!

Break down your walls with the insight of falling leaves.

[dadio]

Very good!