As my light becomes dark

I intertwine my words and vision into woven light

Thursday, February 24, 2011


Her voice caresses my presence
Her smile comfort
Will I ever forget her?
Walking in the dust
Sugar encrusted lips
Capturing my reflection
The mirror has my face plastered
In its view
Am I here?
Scattered, searching for my exit
The horses in the middle
Saddled up and groomed
Prancing machines
Pale skin
Faces turning with mouth
And eyes wide
Your dirty hand in mine
Springs breeze across our backs
Sponge cakes and jam
Woven quilts and eucalyptus
Cages rattling as we hold tight
Hearts racing and screams of delight
And there she stood, amongst the crowd
Her smile etched in my mind
That moment, her joy, my joy
Her surprise
The delight

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