Autumn Moon
Wasn't that a garden of immortality beyond clothes,
To make up faces and places of words
amid the world and forget ourselves,
giving away for kissing, for clapping, for loving,
the outer world thrown back,
returned from years of absence
to know this place by the door,
no matter what we imagined?
The Moon and the Light of the Sun
We wish to remake a time not lost,
Amid the obvious love kissing, start
Dressing and breakfast, being without body,
in the overnight creation of a world.
Descending from blue sky in lunar white
and autumn gold, white as milk
in a day moon nearing, bright as the sun
the light of the moon shall be as the light of the sun.
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