A footpath of dreams
sleep housed you
by the riverbed
by the riverbed
now sea voices of birds
in a chorus from the dunes
sing along the stones
outside your window
a brush of breezes
on the tall grass
off the sandy cape shore
winds wrap up our morning
in a landscaped favor
in the light of swans
near the ocean kayaks
by the juniper tree
departing all lamentations
a poet in the home harbor
nearby the family waters
writes his diary
on the port of call
turning away from
the Venetian blinds
to awaken by the gates
of the city at first light
carrying figs, dates
pomegranates, dry fruits
Autumn welcomes us
our footsteps by sailboats
near eagles and swallows
by leaves on the branches
the wellspring mouth opens
a poet's words for the future.
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