for thien

I've talked of dreams
unfathomable in darkness
of the reliefs morning brings.
you
hear me talk

you've talked of lights
palpable in darkness -
of closing one's eyes ...
I
hear you talk

I've filled up a jar
with rosy clear water of Promises
I've told you of my wishing well
you
hear my tale

You've filled up my jar
with 4 pennies worth 4 wishes
the water
brimming
spilled

into this song
of our wishing well.

(4/17/00)

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