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




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


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.

Written by Soul_Man_Ken
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