It’s the eternal summer
I stretch out on the shore
And think of you
On the coasts of seas
I have been a fish, I have been a shell
And I followed centuries to this
It’s the last summer –
And all I have is you
The low yellow moon
Above the lamplit house
Fields that spilled with Haiku
And dreams won over by the Tao
It’s the eternal summer now
After birth, death, self-dialogue
I stretch out on the shore
Of reincarnated beauty, transcendental love.
Photography Credits: http://browse.deviantart.com/art/MORNING-376422716
Wuji Seshat 
Wow this is soo beautiful! Thanks for sharing.
Cannot resist reblogging this to Heart. Thank you so much.
I heart reblogs more than likes !
Reblogged this on Heartafire's Blog.
Hey thanks for the Re-blog.
my pleasure!
my pleasure, good stuff!
This is just soooo magical.!
Simple and beautiful — very nicely done!
I love “Fields that spilled with Haiku”
Okay, I think I’m crazy because, The Kerouac Summer is also talking to me just the way 21st Chorus of Souls did. I don’t know if I’m falling into a pool of pensiveness, but I assure you it is something powerful!