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Tuesday, August 28, 2012

What is me?

What is me
Forever falling
Gazing at sunsets
Wishing I were like such

What is me
In soft hands
Forever lost
In my own Land
I am her

Thursday, August 23, 2012


If I were the Rain
I would fall and hope
Reaching hands
would catch me.

Wednesday, August 22, 2012

Water Girl

I spend time wading
in hidden waters
I meet my gaze
to the forbidden sun
A lily does brush upon
My long fingers
In this green pond

I Sometimes call

to the Walkers above
to the waking Trees
and the red bird

In hidden waters

where home hides my face
I sometimes want
To be like them

Friday, August 17, 2012


The rain falls slowly
To reach my feet
Upon the empty soles I feel
All but the concrete

The grey sky glows ahead
To cast the sun rays grey
The sun behind old winter
Falls cold and dead today

I let the Frost do kiss my face
As I Lie in a Wandering State

The Soul Interface

Tiresome beginnings
in measureless time
Is life ever living?
Like the morning dew
and salt tide?

Count the many shadows
As the garden of death seeks bloom
The grey sun shines
Its sparkling rays
As it seeks to be immortal