Thursday, October 6, 2016

harvest and the harrow


waning moon trails steps me to the proximity of you
black, gold, ivory fills my senses with presence & transport
expectation of haunting fragility solitary chilled Guinness excitement
sparkle & shine, sparkle & shine
up to the edge of the all that me oh my oh .....
rolling in craft & joyful song 

Suddenly

a strong sense of you catches me aware
"the way it will be"
worlds collide, words touch, walls tumble opening to the night
eyes close, rhythm, breathing deep arms surround me
The traveling ghost of you is firm behind me
we become
a gold rococo moment

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