The water of a dream

Flower of the hazel wood, you are
fire in me-
embers burning edges
of my heart
Petals like white moth wings in
moonlight, i
take your softness and place it in
a rivulet-
touches the small round
sliver stones
i walk the dappled grass path
in wood and star
until the time and time when we
kiss-
light and shadow moon deep
beauty-
dream water of glimmering night.

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Water of a dream