smaerd 6:05/7:29 eyes

i've eyes into your dreams
yours here catching pillows
my where they go off away
it's always been gold as sounds
colors rage pissed or blissful intercourse
offering it up
the wicker basket full of silver
each blanket warming the coldest mountain
we'll soon see those mad streams
yet you ran

you became your favorite willow
i sat under you every chance i got
we thanked the trout splashing within autumn leaves coming down
your simpler sound sleep you were around
& there i was - blades of grass becoming this emerald stretch of it
didn't need those boots anymore
i could & will die beneath you as you sleep twice as deep this winter
we'll wake again some time soon brightly
until then we've bedding glowing warm
our den smooth like nightlights
as fragile flakes falling say goodnight




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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  • rollingsrollings Posts: 7,124
    image

    it's beautiful image
  • justamjustam Posts: 21,410
    We need a "thumbs up" smilie here. Then I wouldn't have to say anything, I could just put that in the comment box! It would be a quiet gesture of approbation.




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