Missing

She was a flower held
in the relection of my heart.
She was the image of a goddess
in the light of my mindís eye
She was a dream of clouds
whose merciful rain washed clean
the grey world of sadness
but concealed the Sunlight

The clarity of the clearing of clouds,
the freedom of Sunlight shows me
that my heart is not its reflection
and my mind is not the image in its eye.

There is nothing missing.

 

 

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