On A Bed Of Sun And Shade

On A Bed Of Sun And Shade short poem

Photo by Eddi van W.

As I stride with the side wind she lifts me, her shadow will catch me when I lose control.

I am without doubt and incomplete reverse and form, I stand and watch a damp paper page squelched between two rocks, a page stuck in a damp age foretold and to hold, in a stain of rampage.

We are all but a verse in unison wrapped and rehearsed in multi infinite space. We are not a race, we are just, from the stone to the river from the tree to the singer from a bee on a flower, from the sand where she lay bland, on a bed of sun and shade, she blends with every single grain and satin is her skin on a constant shine like the letter s and completely mine is the whisper that I send and from her ear will bend some light and sound. I am found. I have found my find and she is mine.

Thank you Maya.

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