Monday, March 25, 2019

remember that time at the river

wake at the first crack of sun
call the crows and cranes
sip the whiskey
pour the earl gray
paint me with your words
balm to those who chase the line
between
the thunder and the rain

damn these feathers and wind
damn the morning light!
lifting me away

contentment tucked against cerulean slumber
dreams and dancing to the scent
of bonfires

and love

piercing sweet temperance hollowed
as this storm reaches the river
just as cranes
land to water and grassland wine

innocence disguised as complacency
in a rising time, waking line
separations torment

come back thru the lightening
come back thru the gathering storm
clouds black rolling east
lifting me away

wake at the first crack of sun
calling to cranes and crows
of a morning parting
from the slumbered
knowing

lift me away






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