The black heart of summer moves in the sun,
the light soul of winter moves in the snow;
white hands of lily move in the rain,
dark feet of onyx move in the mist.
Black and white,
light and dark;
all the same
under the sky.
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The black heart of summer moves in the sun,
the light soul of winter moves in the snow;
white hands of lily move in the rain,
dark feet of onyx move in the mist.
Black and white,
light and dark;
all the same
under the sky.
We dance,
move and
weave
in and out
of the trees
to the beat
of the forest
of light.
your beautiful fluidity
flowing through us
from below
light
from above
love
our love
and
our light
ambient light
from your love
brings my heart to life
I see a world far away
or somewhere near.
If I could describe
what I see, it would
describe what I
think of you: beauty.
You, with your neat sunlit soul;
You, with sad snow within your soul reflecting light and love.
From the window, I think of you.