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By briana kassia Date: 2006 Oct 05 Comment on this Work [[2006.10.05.13.43.4526]] |
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In this pillowbook are songs and words in rhythms falling down like the leaves Each page sings to me of red leaves falling and you who is my autumn The wind blows my heart like a will-less leaf to you but I speed its way I will you to see the fading beauty of the leaf that is my heart Blown by untamed winds fluttering and flickering: flame and abandon Freedom blows through me rattling, rustling the branches that reach towards you My sky, my autumn my berry-sweet, dusky hazed and deep dream of love With this fall comes truth with the wind comes deep gnosis you are real and mine Wind carries my words, as lovely red leaves, across the far miles to you Then I fold the book tuck it back 'neath the pillow and lie down and dream of you. |