THE DAY YOU LIKED MY POEM

Cricket song near river's dragon-fly
Rows of shaking and slashed palms
Stately, glittering vessels afloat
upon the green and moving waters, oh,
Quiet and empty late of the cooled streets  



Now that Fate is asleep
The royal offspring,
scion of the universe
flows through veins
both wild and steel-sured   



So That:
Amid the crop cut symbols burnt into a meadow, like the huge jet engines
Of A Risen Atlantis, whose use of no toxin to make massive energy And
Who yawning whispers of gladdened hopes Smile secure And
Pats humanity on the head, the day you liked my poem
Full of beautiful coincidence, as if the mirror gave forth Sacred Smoke,  



As if the thousand handed deities exhibited Mirth,
And the places of dream began to suddenly Exist, oh,    



Quiet and cool of the late dark's sleep, our city afloat in hope,
The manifold threads of the seasons guide wisest gathering wise &    



Stepping into the child-joy of fearless, unworried laughter:
I experienced the sliding of old things into the new:    




Like Moonlight upon the solstice
At a circle of giant, ancient stones!     



You are my calendar, Both
Feastdays and ordinary, You
Tell the time of my world!    



Love makes of the unknown
That which is then shared.    



(egos)
Merge in respectful gratitude,    



Everyday always means this day;
And such gifts as Regard...
Precious When freely given; last through-out
And through; even every distance; the
Seeming separation.    



My large, dark eyes (are) opening
The calf-stag's soul, my gaze of sweetnesses    



Open themselves
Again and again    



(while)    



During dreams
For the one asleep (you or I)
The Other watches over...   



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STANLEY GEMMELL
July 15, 2023
For Maria Talanova

INSTAGRAM:
@Maria_Talanovaa