I pour water down the universe
and my body receives it well
as the triangular fingers of the sailboats
point to the rippling clouds,
the shimmering finger of the suns
reflection against the sea points at me
and suddenly
a congress of wings
soar overhead and I
die for the moment
Goodbye- Sun
just me and the clouds now
and a memory of your dancing
winged
shadows
Aug 16, 2014
Aug 16, 2014 at 4:52 PM UTC
I pour water down the universe
and my body receives it well
as the triangular fingers of the sailboats
point to the rippling clouds,
the shimmering finger of the suns
reflection against the sea points at me
and suddenly
a congress of wings
soar overhead and I
die for the moment
Goodbye- Sun
just me and the clouds now
and a memory of your dancing
winged
shadows
