Friday 15 April 2011

something unfinished

humming bird
suspended flight
sap his vigor
shield tree
bite.

walk dirt track roads,
in morning light
a lone dog barks
in spatter bright

wild silence
chimes teeth and silver potions
seeping haze you blur our days.
wings of words and motions.

...Dancing like madness
and carving night
no
attachment.

laughing dreams and broken spears,
shudder path awoken.
embrace. embrace cells that whisper ways - paths before they're spoken.




Dust now rolls, in morning light
eternal chords
browns cold and bright
before my body,
sync sense to sight.

The rest, long awaited
surrender spite.
of whispers love
Elusive perfection
feels. just. Right.

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