Archive for July 25, 2011

The Wait

Dust of river
dried thirsty -

achingly quiet but
not alone in the wait

all green bowed
in prayer that
the sky will open

and quench sooner
than later.

Love of the Book

Crisp of page -
wilted edges
shrugged with story

dust of crease
crack of binding
dressed in gilded
shimmered scroll

Thumbskin black
with weep of ink
and I breathe
each word so
deep I taste it.

 

Night Tripping

Cycling naked over
hills of stars

through blackest
night filled with hope
on the brink of tomorrow

I shudder with the
wind, but goosebumps
or not

I wouldn’t have it
any other way.

 

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Written for:  http://magpietales.blogspot.com/

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