Kamala

The moon, pale as swan wings, watched as

they moved over the blue.

The swan felt the warm weight of the woman resting on his wings, followed the pathway made by the music.

The sea cradled the creature as he moved, light on the water.

The sky revealed the light of heavens, a dark cloth, cloudless.

Moths moved the air with soft scaled wings, scenting the daylight flowers, following their own silent pathways, night thoughts.

Music moved through each, linked all,

moon, swan, sea, sky, moth and woman.

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