Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

reaching out
soft morning kiss broken

I hide in this
love promise token

hard lies the want
come over me

sitting in my easy chair
I reach and stroke the promise there
caress in wild imaginings
my eyes all full of light

and circle pleasant warmth ignites

I fly upon the wings of...
no, not love...
I fly upon the wings of
my deceit
which charms and sends out
passion rings
which ebb and flow
away

a trick is played
coyote in his mad laughter
finds great medicine
to soothe his aching soles of wandering

pads off into the night
turns once
to smile
before he fades