Blossom of a purple plum
said within a dream
we know how elegant we are
so float us in the wine
Better than complaining
or wise beyond your years
is taking wine and drinking
to weep with drunken tears
Blossom of an orange house
all around the tree
drift and scatter down, a waste
with no one here to see
Thread the jewel of my breath
grass the pillow doze
red the clay of river bank
I would have stained your clothes
The dripping so that you grew wet
drag the mountain down
as you waited there for me
is what I wish I’d been
Reversible, my darling,
now until the past
even grown the younger
from when I saw you last
The tedium of waking nights
black the berry hue
never can be long enough
for the crying that I do
I was fortunate ‘til now
only as the waves
of olden age wash over me
to meet a love like this
Living here is nothing else
like the wake beyond
vanishing behind a boat
that rowed away at dawn
Copyright © 2006 Tom Ross, www.mijazi.com