Monthly Archives: July 2015
(the vigilance of stars) .. well. i think we might just have something here, lost in all this blue. do you remember the way the earth swelled when you smiled? the wild heart abandon of that breeze? i’ll ask … Continue reading
.. and i savor your thunderous song, the way you make music of everything, nothing. the way the clouds play along. ..
. this poem is a lake. it takes its colors from the sky breathes fire and spills itself at sunset. It has yet to hold itself fully at bay, sways with the breeze. this poem tenders trees and timbres song. … Continue reading
.. T a h o e ….………………………………………b r e e z e s. ..
ripple reflect the sky and I cotton candy cloud the day into some semblance of sugarplum sway. ..
hue me some indigo shade some cobalt space to spill my smile. color me saved by breeze and wave and trees and aquamarine breath. still me by these sacred shores, this startling more that soothes my soul. chain me deep … Continue reading
(carry the one, bury the pi) . There’s a 3.14 (infinite, ad infinitum) chance that we are permanently entranced by all this sacred Blue. Do you want a sliver? A shiver of wave, a turquoise indigo pool to save your … Continue reading
the milky way meanders just right from behind us forever to beyond all this deep dark blue. stars spill themselves in stories. i am listening. ..
i think we’ll stay awhile and just breathe in all this blue, be one with this lakey sea and see if we can wave bend mend the world. …