"everfar" poems
Journey to the sand
of White Diamonds
to the shore of white diamonds
twixt the Mountains
churning, turning, clear as night seas
Pool of Stars betwixt
the trees
I move my feet over Shards of Glass
dancing, dancing, everfast
I Sing by this Spring
that I have found
this Mirror
Mirror
on the ground
Ivory Crystals
cut my feet
crystals lay in Bitter Sheets
I move my body to the beat
and Feel the Heat of a shooting star
soaring, soaring, everfar
Red Blood Stains
the glittering white
Drum and Flute move me
all through the night
I will Live in this Moment
and mark it with movement, and I will live by the shores
of White Diamonds.
Jun 30, 2013
Jun 30, 2013 at 5:08 PM UTC