Wednesday, June 27, 2012

first-quarter-libra-moon



















evening falls
and it carries upon it the barest chill & trace bird song
fleeting dusk it is ....
and it removes us from the coarse, narrow existence of our day ...
allowing us to 
breathe
breathe
as the chill settles about the green-growing-things 
and scarlet bruising of my knowing heart....
wait for me ...
just beyond that curious twisted tree ...
as i am meant to hold that hand
& tender your worries ...
slow your pace and
wait 
for me 

as i discovered the strength & ability to wait for you ....


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