#graze
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.
Feb 2, 2019
Feb 2, 2019 at 6:12 PM UTC
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!
Sep 18, 2018
Sep 18, 2018 at 1:07 PM UTC
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
Apr 19, 2016
Apr 19, 2016 at 4:49 AM UTC
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
Dec 5, 2014
Dec 5, 2014 at 6:25 PM UTC