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KALEIDOSCOPE
It is the rustling wind through the bowing trees
unsettling the leaves
while caressing the grass.
Starshine reflection
upon rain-dropped pools
Their light dances through the trees,
silver ribbon winding,
mingles green with indigo hues
lighting obsidian walls.
They weave their intricate plan,
1001 reflections,
cross streams to side of hope
searching for the colors
to paint the grey existence
a kaleidoscope dream.
Voice delicate metaphors
captivated
absorb
touch.
To capture with the hand
the curve of the lip
which the mouth anticipates.
brings glimmer to these water-poured eyes
inviting the caress.
Strong, gentle hands now extend
The words, Our promise
It is the breath in deep of night
that awakens the shadows
and calls to the dawn.
The fragile violet
between pages pressed
delicate memory
preserved
the fine threads which weave
the tapestry of time.
Step from shadows of the past
into dreams of future
form the texture of new life
mark the path
to the beauty of center.
I long to see the morning in your eyes.
Two voices become one echo,
two breaths
a resounding sigh.
unsettling the leaves
while caressing the grass.
Starshine reflection
upon rain-dropped pools
Their light dances through the trees,
silver ribbon winding,
mingles green with indigo hues
lighting obsidian walls.
They weave their intricate plan,
1001 reflections,
cross streams to side of hope
searching for the colors
to paint the grey existence
a kaleidoscope dream.
Voice delicate metaphors
captivated
absorb
touch.
To capture with the hand
the curve of the lip
which the mouth anticipates.
brings glimmer to these water-poured eyes
inviting the caress.
Strong, gentle hands now extend
The words, Our promise
It is the breath in deep of night
that awakens the shadows
and calls to the dawn.
The fragile violet
between pages pressed
delicate memory
preserved
the fine threads which weave
the tapestry of time.
Step from shadows of the past
into dreams of future
form the texture of new life
mark the path
to the beauty of center.
I long to see the morning in your eyes.
Two voices become one echo,
two breaths
a resounding sigh.
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