Space.

chadwickchadwick Posts: 21,157
edited September 2010 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
Space.

Lying here
creation upon our dream
invading sun
feet run

Always with me
you can hear me
close

Let me down
hold my hand
rescue the tree limbs
of bird
and song

Take these stars
I picked them like berries
for your mouth
to kiss
for your hair
to shine

Tiny silhouettes
must be dragonflies
and fireflies
dancing across you
to me

Somehow our falling
is behind Jupiter
every move we make

I have no control
over holding you
like night to dark
or flower to lovely

It’s not that bad
it’s just space needed
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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