Shall we wait?

We shift from
posture to posturing.
From Jay Chou to Bob Dylan –
played out in fancy dress.
A private story of
plum rain kisses,
and clockwork dreams.
Yet, each word, each touch,
each kiss resounds –
billowed, called and sang.
The first step on
the path of truth,
and a ripe and fruitful season.
I will persist in your grace
and beauty, and your breath
of loving kindness.
Until I see a flock of arrows,
dancing in the sky –
and I will know the true way.

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