Coming to flower
Strands of sunbeams find their way
To peek upon my consign where
I respite
My kite plays
and seeks to be seen
Lofting restless
in the coil of the wind Above and over the trees
Gazing as if jealous
Peering through the yawning of leaves
My string is
spun white silk
Held captive to
the earthWhere he took flight
From my hand from whence
I dispense his altitude
Pleasance
encapsulates me
I am encompassed
in a lazy fair of bloomSunshine daydreams and a parade of blossoms
My Lord has lain before me
Besides the
movement of the breeze
And his push of
elliptic aromasThere is a stillness of silence
Quiet deafening demanding my attention
I think now
I will lie down Place my hands behind my head
Shut my eyes, breathe deep
And sigh…peacefully!
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2012 Wandering Satellite Publishing
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