an influx of influences inculcated
Posted: September 30th, 2011, 8:26 am
circular motions
this penning of poetry...
when our fingers touch
the flame ignites
and creation is reborn,
expressed like mother's milk,
an aria my mother sang
to a distant sea.
I comb my hair
with a jagged edge, with a siren's
love song, I call to you and you come
with a bouquet of poems.
The sound
of leaves falling breaks the distance
with sunrise and my eyes have seen
Your glory.
this penning of poetry...
when our fingers touch
the flame ignites
and creation is reborn,
expressed like mother's milk,
an aria my mother sang
to a distant sea.
I comb my hair
with a jagged edge, with a siren's
love song, I call to you and you come
with a bouquet of poems.
The sound
of leaves falling breaks the distance
with sunrise and my eyes have seen
Your glory.