poem 3:On and On
Date: Jun 29th, 2006 10:51:33 am - Subscribe
Mood: touched
On and On
The sunlight crawls across your sleeping figure.
I close my eyes,
And pretend I'm there.
On a green lawn where you've never been,
But I paired you with the moment I saw it.
The gorgeous oranges and vemillions
Collide in the sky,
Creeping down to touch the marina.
I breathe the scent of Douglas Fir,
As I rise and walk barefoot on the sidewalk,
Savoring the roughness beneath me.
Your gentle grasp of my tiny, chipped-polish palm
Is like holding a tiny star;
Fire and hope held between our mismatched hands.
The sound of our footsteps together,
Is half the tempo of my heartbeat,
And with the wind playing in the trees,
They make a beautiful rhythm,
That I just want to go on and on.
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