Friday, August 5, 2016

love

watching corn stalks dance at noon
twirling like the clouds
how lightening silk strikes their gaze, 
shadows interlaced

fears that roam the pastel sky
swifter than the breeze
gently leaping boundlessly
bolder than the night

from this cliff the sun will rise
higher than the sea
so hold my hand, trust in touch
shadows float with ease

twirl and sift
twirl and sift

loving indefinitely.

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