searching
sunset, sunrise?
the painter only knows
brush strokes do not belie the truth
hidden
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searching
sunset, sunrise?
the painter only knows
brush strokes do not belie the truth
hidden
hidden
beneath you, but
you haven't any
idea just how much i am
waiting
gee this is a lot harder than it looks! haha
waiting
for the storm
to move along paths
woven by blood-sucking twisters
of death
of death
notorious
and yet so reverant
my feet leave marks as I am dragged
along
along
the trail you leave
you will find me coming
to carry you back home safely
with love
with love
there must be time
to ferment the leaven
to rise, to lighten, enliven
kneading
kneading
has borne no fruit
love has not fermented
her heart remains hard as ever
as stone
as stone
her heart rolls down
bouncing along mountains
loosening the dirt and debris
landslide
landslide
victory in love
cannot be possible
with rolling stones unless the whole
slides down
slides down
into my arms
my little one laughing
but so scared that I won't be there
I am
I am
wondering at you
you neither show up clear
nor hide away clear of my sight
you nymph!
slides down
like glacier ice
into the dark abyss
not knowing love or tenderness
lost soul
lost soul
can't find his way
staggers around in search
of love and peace but always falls
headlong
headlong
I move through life,
my energy a shield,
my light grows wild, like those flowers,
roadside
roadside
the native waits
for me to give notice
weavings, turquoise, silver and clay
you want?