Moon is distant from the sea,
Throwing long wedding gowns at me,
Wavelets, sparkles, tiny flower petals;
Puff of sea breeze,
Bring the memory of exotic island,
Time for the blooming of the maquis?
My bride is walking away,
Her long wedding gown tantalizing, inviting me
INTO the starry night.
Waves, the quarrelsome friend
The David King of Israel
Throwing pebbles to the rock
Sending shivers up my spin,
as I step off the cliff.
But angels came to my aid
Put hands under my feet
As I running to my bride
In the constellation of Gemini.
-M. Sun, Feb. 10th, 2012
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