WITHIN all this time
within my frail skin
my mighty heart still lies
she made a warm soup
while i wandered as a lonely
cloud that floats outside
a window while at night (dreaming):
A host of tellings —
a sickle of amazing sun-honey
lit hearts — beside the lake,
beneath trees, we thrived &
danced within the immortal winds.
:: 07.24.2020 ::
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drowning thoughts
hug me today please
all should have i seen
pleases me now >> dear
nature touching me
a warmth of love so
dearly greatly now
sings to my heart
To move with the wind!
To sing with the sun!
To bind my tongue
in stunned pleasantry!
A grande death of love!
to open one’s eyes;
a final moment of seeing
is what beauty is!
:: 06-20-2015 ::
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