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Poetic T Feb 2019
You grazed my mind,

             it still itches to this day..

Which I  love because,
           with out a scratch to itch,


A reaction we will never learn.



             What made us think
                          in the first place.

A graze is a scratch of reflection,
    and the itch is us looking deeper
                             than the initial reaction.
TheMystiqueTrail Sep 2018
Soughing through the meadows,
waves of stately grass swaying to your squally weaves.
Playing through the treetops
swinging them to your fantasy;
diving down,
breathing music into the withered, dead-brown leaves,
raising them from their gravey bed –
the summer wind in its mischievous dance!

Gold of the shining sun
lighting up the wind’s fairy wings –
a phantom dancing frantically.

Dead leaves
waltzing up to the heavens
in a majestic whirlwind!

O summer wind,
‘vigorate my wings with your arcane breath;
hitch me to your wings,  
take me to the exotic lands you graze!
Leal Knowone Apr 2016
Your eyes look into mine
Graze at  me one more time
Your hands begin to twitch
As you feel the nervous itch
Your legs begin to move
Opening to the moon

Now my eyes start to wander
Intensions no surprise
holding back, binding time
from docile to volatile
Walk on the water for a while
I'll show you the way
The way everythings the same
My eyes examine you
you examine me too

lets us stop this dance
let us do what we long to do
connect my energy to you
I'm here inside you
The Terry Tree Dec 2014
Your thoughts are kept warm
And unwithered by the bedside
Of an old tree with branches
That I found growing
In the valley of
Our affection

As I
Plant 
Spirit
And vigor
The seeds of 
My smile
Become one 
With pure 
Existence
And the 
Soil

In our tree
Every branch
Finds a particular path
In which to show
An ancient age that 
Time has passed on
For us to share
As new stems 
Grow and
Evolve

A garden of light
What a beautiful sight
Pulsating and flourishing 
As healthy leaves might

Birds resting and nesting
Befriending sunlight
We are the story of life's
Uncharted mystery
Planted in the memory
Of tomorrow's history
And the plantation
Of our heart's
Crop 

As we graze for days and days
For many years to come
We will harvest this
Homestead in the
Never ending
Landscape
Of our
Love

© tHE tERRY tREE

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