Shakuhachi

A wordless breathing of shakuhachi Flutes down the path of pale green radiance Into our ears and eyes From beyond midnight.

Hours reflected in wine.

Hands touching silence.

Towards dawn

The vibrations of a gong

Floated down in waves that overlapped each other In vast complexities.

We felt a wetness spring between our cheeks.

One of us cried I did not know who.

As if we had violated the universe

We were cast apart

Until we stood in the world

Now separated by a hyperspace of time.