Come with me
through the moonless nights
under the skies that threaten
silence and love
Come with me
into the inexhaustible bonfire
where even weariness is a pleasure
and our thirsty hearts
drink each other
From a life buried
in ashes and dust
your face carries me
to the highest branch
Little snowflake
light as the sky
my heart patterns itself
on your being
Come with me
rise gently, sweet woman
let us fly from nest to nest
like doves in the dawn
Autumn Nights
An Arts Guild
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