~ Sometimes ~

 

 

 

 

Sometimes

         My child sleeps under the stars
With a stream of stars always revealing
as earth goes round and round
         Sleeping under the stars a summer dreamy
once all was forever in a day
No chains were invented to weigh a soul down
         Just the turning of night into day
become a dreamy blanket under the stars
like the canopy of sky is our tree.

4 – 15 – 14

 

Nest of a Birds Body

 

 

Still amidst birds singing under an overcast scalloped cover . Indulge a passion to rest my body upon this soft earth – till the bothers from a human nest I dared let be built inside my mind fade . To rest and sink into an emerald softness beside my breath – while minds eye rolls into the colourfull darkness inky dream . Sensing earth moving a midst above – penetrating blue sky slowly pulling apart by winds -sending a warm chill lifting away. Away into another reality inside spraying in an exhale a colour of breath through your hand printing upon a cave or the first fire seen when flames took on the shapes of earthly anima. I shall wait in the rhythm of a breeze – pulling each thought – like a bird holding a twig between reality . Then fly away once more with each thought and place that stick under the canopy of an ancient oak as a gift , while yellowing leaves shimmer like sulphur butterflies in the days shadow . Oh to shed these thoughts planted by others – from your heart eternal open your nest becomes once again , the shape of a birds body .

3 – 14 – 2013