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'Mystic Suite' timothy r gates, 1/04/2008 (began in fall of 2007)

what appears to be
is not what it appears,
though it does appear to be;
a dance in the night's fog,
a song in the night's air,
a nightmare transformed into sweet amorous
streams of consciousness,
all to the delight of one who seemed to walk
only in the night;
for he found out
darkness only gives way to light,
there's no shadows without
the sun and his sister moon,
we join in their mystic suite;
in the cool of the morning,
breeze hugs us,
dew kisses our feet,
don't give a damn if it's real,
surreal,
it is our meal,
our feast, giving thanks
for what seemed like a fast's deluge baptized;
we join the mystic suite,
simply
smile at each other,
give way to our touch,
synergy,
laugh at demon and divine hiss,
interrupting our embrace,
we intone,
'screw you,
we're writing some new lines.'
again, i smile,
you too,
loving this suite's writing;
no words need to say what we know,
'let's get back to playing in our Garden.'