Pacing,
Thoughts like crystal racing,
Ding! ding! dong!
Melodies
Like bubbles bouncing.
Thoughts mating,
Voice, voicing i choice,
Echoing scribbling impulses,
Choking fear,
I dream nearing.
Lips,
Tasting like icing,
Melting bones,
Knees dancing.
Moon light trafficking
Like pale lights
Caressing hearts.
I heart flying,
Winds blowing,
Eyes closing,
Exclamation touching i nose,
Before lips touch
Breathing,
The air of i heart.
Creating with passion the very description of what lives on the inside to empower, transform and impact. Words like living waters taking on the shape in individuals. It is that very art that is reflected through words spoken, painting the image that will for generations live on and change lives.
Tuesday, May 10, 2011
SALTING SIGHS
Salts pouring,
Breathing thorns
That made i clay,
Dreaming the face
That at noon faded,
Twin to my will born
Weight of shadows,
Anchored to my ankles,
Each stride,
Like a thousand years
Of pregnancy.
Crystals of salts melting,
Sliding off the eye lid,
Crossing the lashes,
Kissing the skin,
Down to the cheeks,
I witness a lonely tear drop
With a finger i touch,
I then taste,
And then i remember
Only but a few
Are worth the salts
That we give off,
I sigh,
For tomorrow
But comes
With a new salt.
Breathing thorns
That made i clay,
Dreaming the face
That at noon faded,
Twin to my will born
Weight of shadows,
Anchored to my ankles,
Each stride,
Like a thousand years
Of pregnancy.
Crystals of salts melting,
Sliding off the eye lid,
Crossing the lashes,
Kissing the skin,
Down to the cheeks,
I witness a lonely tear drop
With a finger i touch,
I then taste,
And then i remember
Only but a few
Are worth the salts
That we give off,
I sigh,
For tomorrow
But comes
With a new salt.
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