Your face like the
snow moon
shines in my heart
it's winter in florida
yet you're perennial
pellucid love is in full bloom
I see You in the emerald bowers
when the sun is at its peak
undiminished light
flies like a flashing chariot
through the halls of
Declining Dharma...
blue faces of men frozen in grief...
There is warmth in Your touch
There is life
There is hope
Ron