Sunday, October 25, 2009

Sometimes Obscure

This is another piece from this time period:


You came like water sounds
(rushing, running, rippling
     then still).

The buoy in the tide
the threads pulled of your colors
     (patterns in self).

A quilt of you I drink by the glassful.

You remain in flow and ebb
like dolphin arias
     (or whale song blues).

My heart moves like tree limbs
breezing wind symphonies
     (to seraphim).

You come to me in winding
waterfall clothes
     (and I slip in).

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