She is green.

[Marksman45]

She is green,
the green of dreams
the green of trees with broad open leaves
and grinning heartfire blooms.
She is a stained-glass roof
beneath three moons
with a blue star caught inbetween
forming a trine of wine so fine so fine
casting a vector divine divine.
She is a tome of reeds
and windblown beats
with a riversong in the lines between
and the march of a thousand daffodils.
She is the roseglass word
in the tune of a bird
when the day draws low, wide open so
with a candle light so clean.
She is a spectral spectrum something
in the best way to be
like a maybe flame
on a dreamshadow stage
She is the most alive, the sparkle, the gleam.

[hester_prynne]

I wanna be green!

I also wanna tell you that this made me dance.
You know, that kind of dancing that can't be seen, only felt.
I just love it when a poem like this comes along.
Thank you, for sharing it
H

[stilltrucking]

where are you beautiful brother, there ain't no sunshine when she is gone. And I wonder how the heck can someone as young as you appreciate her so much. Keep keep my hopes alive. With all these new women, it is good to know there are new men for them. yeah I miss you. I fell "marooned" with out your poetry. Any day now I expect to be much younger too.

keep on keeping on

[Marksman45]

Almost still around... stuck in the shadows around the corner. No internet access, must use library. Typing in terse incomplete sentences because captors seem suspicious. Must type quickly. Send help!