Sunday, April 15, 2012

Aries 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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