Monthly Archives: July 2014

Rivers Carved

Rivers carved by the
Flow of countless stars
Lit sparklers
Of lightened hearts
Dim glows
Carried into the dark
Flows that buried
The worst of parts
Leaving trails of years
Come to pass
These are the rivers
Carved by the
Flow of countless stars
These are the lines
A life has marked.

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Rain

“I am the earthy scent,
rising up from the
freshly fallen rain.”


Golden

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In the golden hour, the golden colours from the golden sun, leave a thirst undone.


Dancers

Twenty six
Dancers
Dancing
The rhythm
Blown by the
Pipers flute
Swinging
Swaying
Arms crossing
And uncrossing
Mutes joining in
To caste a spell.


Many

There are
Many minutes
Between the hour
And the hours
So many

If not filled
Waiting to be filled
With seconds of you
To add to
So many.


Letters

I see
Each letter
Each word
Each finger space
Each line that forms

I see them all
Only to read
Nothing at all.


Still

The seconds
The minutes
The hours
Of the days
I fill

Seconds
That are minutes
Minutes that
Are hours
Of the night
Never were meant
To be
So still.