She sun.

chadwickchadwick Posts: 21,157
edited January 2010 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
Every morning
the sun comes down to her
like she’s a flower in training
washing her body in dew
and freshness,
freshness the sky.

She lights up the world
just like rose gardens do, so nice
the months of summer spring open
throwing essence at me
covering me with her beautiful neck of nectar
as fields of blossoms lay across my skin.

For years I could not breathe in her presence
yet I lived inside of her
and begged to die for her.

Against every crumbling-solar-mountain firing at me
light speed from behind a moon flight
she’s set for impact with my heart
ready to explode with volcanic tornado like force
with her swirling rose garden
that houses rays of morning light softly placed upon my face
like a child’s banner to a dove
with church bells delivering the announcement
of light and smiles.
for poetry through the ceiling. ISBN: 1 4241 8840 7

"Hear me, my chiefs!
I am tired; my heart is
sick and sad. From where
the sun stands I will fight
no more forever."

Chief Joseph - Nez Perce
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