As my light becomes dark

I intertwine my words and vision into woven light

Tuesday, January 24, 2012

Strawberry Picking

The underside of my inside
Is stuck between the release
Of breath that carries me forward
To whispers of my running feet
Echoed in the steps of the lyrebird

I fell in love with the current
Caught in your beat
And my heart fumbles
With your northerly wind
Bottled in the glass on the golden ledge

The crack opens oozing light from your pores
And the sunflowers kiss the morning sky
As ghosts burst in my eyes
Scattering the fear of broken dreams
Across your blue that calls for me

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