Sunday, July 19, 2015

Inner Art Journal, February 2014

I let go
and your lightness
carries me
beyond the sky
into myself


peeling
your soul's skin
I taste
the sweet juice
of dreams


when I was
young and possible
I knew
the names of wild things
and imaginary lovers


rooted
in frozen sand
standing
strong and still
I open my arms


I awaken
with wet cheeks
and poetry
knocking on the door
of my parched dreams

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