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A Picture
by Narayana-kavaca dasa
Sing to me of cupid’s arrow
Dance with me under
a half moon’s light
In the meadow where the wild wheat bends
On the
hillside between the apples
And trumpets hang from the vines
And trumpets
sound clear notes
In the ether of our time
In the space between
us
All the pastures fill with dandelion
They fill
with moon eyed calves
And with the misty veils of children
And all
the mothers are yet maidens
I walked here in borrowed shoes
Trailing behind
those invited souls
I walked here uninvited to spy on You
To see how the
apples bow the trees
And I will bow down to You in
earnest
Hide among the shadows, and
Stay far away from all that is
said
And is done this august eve
Beyond where the trees break the starlight
In
the full music of a thousand
Voices, I will sing my broken tune
And
lie, after You, in the impressions
In the still warm grass where You lay
And drink
moonbeams from the crowns
You wore. bathing in the morning’s dew
All
day I will run light footed
All day in the glow, the
afterglow
My fingers will sing through the toils
Through
all the ordinary, I will sing
The song of how You brought
me
Into the light, of how You danced
With angels,
of how your hand is ever
On mine, and I will draw for You
A picture,
a picture of my love.
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