Thursday, August 21, 2008
laying in the rose garden
sun kissing me.
i feel them overshadow
glancing my way.
open my eyes
see
that color again...
slip away to a place
suspended in time...
cold creeks
blue snakes, red dragonflies
tallest trees whisper how small we are.
bodies glistening
hearts pounding. i stir inside
to the crossroads perfect timing
where the cedar and sassafras scent will fade
as the quartz keeps time with
the parting embrace,and i wonder
how you are as i slip away again
under the color
of your eyes.
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