Where do you go to my lovely
when sleep greets your old painted door
shall we walk through violets together
now we see
the ground is amass
of heart-leaves and blessed blooms
as I return to the room
where Love dwells
where golden-ness expands
to reach the sands of the ocean floor
is there more
to bring to you
My Beloved it is True.
You have it all,
all the time and wherever you may be
in the golden dell
you, Sweet One, are free.
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