Friday, November 19, 2010

pick out your cloud

digging deep inside a forest 

a sea of black blue green and yellow 

every color 

of our skin 

reflects in the moonlight 

beneath the dense 

over by the lake the pebbles shiver 

in the cold 

as the ripples swoon 

in perfect harmony 

 

to the sound of a wailing storm 

of minds cut in words 

of love sliced penniless

of paths colored in ink 

uniting nothing, dividing our time 

into lightplays & rain 

this is me

and me is you 

and you is me

and the storm is ours

to hold and to have 

till death do us part

 

pick out your cloud. 

 

 

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swan dive

toes touch the metal cold and warm 

finger tips hold on tight 

eyes closed

abnormal 

beautiful 

swan dive 

into the blue 

 

stirring the cold 

waking up the leaves

slumber lust left behind

for the love of eyes of wide open

everything she sees

grey and true 

all i can hear is you 

in the ferocity of the wind 

cut loose

falling free

with me 

 

 

 

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