Shining threads

Shining threads

Saturday, 1 January 2011


Things flow endlessly

Ink lines fill the empty page

Sitting perfectly

Rain water sinks down

Into the darkness of the earth

Feeding tangled roots

Her eyes house deep light

poised slim

sitting pretty

behind the counter

Horses take their time

to assemble at the gate

awaiting the call

Books feel so smooth to

the touch that I no longer

want to just read them

This azure blue sea

seems to me far far too vast

yet I need to swim

Her skin is a field

of sensual energy which

I can’t help but touch

Heaven always floats

amidst the chaos of life

calling us to be

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