Every road rises with the sun,
She does not speak of her decline.
My march is up one mountain
My fingers trace her spine
And hers trace mine--
Sifting creation with me
This way and that
Preoccupied, or
In paradise.
De-
Naturing?
If only with air,
We're making ties.
And now, I really should go--
She's making eyes.
...
Evergreen, deciduous trees
Winding trails and crystal streams
All woven into her halo,
She's making eyes.
Oct 6, 2018
Oct 6, 2018 at 1:51 PM UTC
Every road rises with the sun,
She does not speak of her decline.
My march is up one mountain
My fingers trace her spine
And hers trace mine--
Sifting creation with me
This way and that
Preoccupied, or
In paradise.
De-
Naturing?
If only with air,
We're making ties.
And now, I really should go--
She's making eyes.
...
Evergreen, deciduous trees
Winding trails and crystal streams
All woven into her halo,
She's making eyes.