As my light becomes dark

I intertwine my words and vision into woven light

Sunday, February 6, 2011

FOR THE BIRDS

The breeze carrying relief
Brushing against the uncertainty
Of bare skin
Waiting, watching
The passing captures the joy
Making the branches dance
As the scent of rain
Fills the memory
Where morning bike rides
And winters dawn
Dress our spirits
The cool air
Cleanses away our dreams
And realities shadow
Fill our lungs with doubt
Flickering specks of darkness
Pushing the conscious mind to fade
And thoughts of nothingness
Erode the earth
Slowly crumbling
Clutching at the air
Fumbling amongst nothingness
The heart expands
You are my freedom

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