By B.K.
Date: 2006 Oct 06
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At Passions Gate

It is not me
It isn't you
It is what we bring together
That write two names of love
Across a Robbins egg sky
That burn the midnight lamp
And light the cinnamon dawn
Making passion pulse in rhythm
Crossing all barriers and ground
Waiting for chance and place
For love at passions gate
To make their golden offering  
Filling every cosmic space
With natures loving sound

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