As my light becomes dark

I intertwine my words and vision into woven light

Friday, January 21, 2011


Poem 13......
Back arched toward
The morning light
Tip toeing through
The grass
As love rises
Amongst the earths
First movement
My ears feel your music
Your shadow
Draped over my left shoulder
You penetrate my wanting
As you brush over my being


Clutching at what was
Wanting, as you cover me
Like a darkened cloak
Pressuring me to request you
Trembling as I hold what you were
Treading in the colour of your vision
Filled with blues and orange
No longer powerful
You hear my tears
Full of hollow movement
You take my heart
I am
I am

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