Flower
I call her my
niece by her own choice--
With sisters Warrior and Artist...
Lain...
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Flower
I call her my
niece by her own choice--
With sisters Warrior and Artist...
Lain...
flower
I see your face
flirtatious with the sun
how do you look all day without
blinking
ooops! Hmmm....Lain....one syllable....does that mean I can choose my own second one? ;)
lain down
amongst the leaves
I feel the autumn breeze
lift me swirling into the sky
so blue
so blue
within your eyes
i step in, find myself
floating in deep pools of azure
liquid
liquid
thunder held brief
wild wet rain falls hard
crowded clouds gather in motion
stand still
stand still
and catch snowflakes
on the tip of your tongue,
on your fingertips, and on your
eyelids
eyelids,
the window shades
of the soul, what happens
behind them ain't no one's business
but mine
but mine
was first, and last
but not those things that lie
in between, unwanted things, sad,
unseen
unseen
yet here it is
beyond the sight of now
touched with fingertips ice cold blue
hungar
hunger
within my soul
to reach for higher ground
ever distant, ever misty,
afar
Believe she pronouces her name with two ;) n'est c'est pas?Quote:
Originally Posted by ampoule
afar
to nearest star
light moves so very fast--
dreaming humans travel also
moonbeams...
moonbeams
scattered away
shining remnants of light
misty pale glows disappearing
aloft
aloft,
on a crescent
moment, an absence of
stirrings of the mind, singular
thinking.
thinking
not a good thing
when your brain is a mess
dangerous excuses lull you
to wake
to wake
within a dream
wondering if we're still
drifting quietly, bound between
the shores