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the God I believe in (because of God's self revelation)
loves us far more than we love ourselves.
it is morning and
love hides in the bed
linen where
still-sleepy arms
and legs start to awake.

the scent of rose
on the pillow,
the scent of love
blossoming with
a kiss beneath the sheets,
honey limbs
roused in the sunshine.

late november and
the leaves fall,
spiralling to the
floor, browns and
golds, sinking,
earth bound
in the crisp morning
air.


sunshine
pouring through
the window,
a thin sun
stretches out,
the grey-eyed winter
waits like our
kisses, sweet as
cherry, sweet as our
yearning lips.
Oh to ride a merry-go-round
with painted winged pigs
and unicorns that move gracefully.

Oh to feel the cool air hug face
and hear the sounds of bells
inside ears to launch dreams.

Oh to sit grounded upon my stead
and go to places in mind
that vibrate magically for peace.

Oh to ride with no inhibitions
to feel the power of senses
as we all gather free
inside my creative mind
inspired by Dess Ander  Thanks
Sky I  see, in blue, in sky, in white, in cloud
Bits of grey, scattered within, also in there
Scattered thoughts, perhaps soft pattering rain
Sounds unexpected, echo in my ears

Buzzards drift, uplifting, to warm east winds
Dragons as flies, butter as flies too
Peacock in azurite, fanned out to full
Littles aflutter, in all branches near

Winds catch soft breeze, just right, a good cool feel
Deer strolling into verdant far land
Crows with caw of a disturbed picnic lunch
Minnows dappling pond's water,  glass clear

This is sacred sight, which when I turn old
All blind, I expect, I will too soon miss
Unable to gaze, upon peace
with my squinting pair, of sky hazed blue eyes

©  2017 Jim Davis
For my father, whose eyes were beautifully blue!
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