late dreams, autumn
some flowers open and close
day and night, blossom and
fall spring and autumn.
i do the same on these
mountains. the sun rises
i put on tie and smile
it falls, i put on
blanket and reading light
and sleep
october passes and dreams
of memories stir
foggy blurred chilled
why scared now, hands hearts
lips touched, smiling once
friends and love—oh
still there
at night i grasp for
these fragments
my dreams are made of the past
live in the present
and dance or die in december
before spring arrives
once more
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Ray Hemachandra at Golden Moon Circles 