As my light becomes dark

I intertwine my words and vision into woven light

Friday, October 26, 2012

In the garden

I want your shovel
So I can dig
To the you that
Is buried
Deep in me

I want the everything
In me
To become
The everything
In you

I want your words
To leave my mouth
And your thoughts
In my mind

Like the sun kisses
The moon
And the trees
Dance in the wind

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