Tuesday, August 30, 2011

Till I fly and follow

Sitting in a grid of grass bedded between flowers
orchards and rivers, islands and oceans
in the far distance unfolding magic sands

Above all 
a forbearing moon and his harem of stars

They fill my heart with light
with storm they fill my wings
till I fly and follow 
thrusting birds 
I consider you in the sands 
drawing hasty patterns

Let’s rise tonight and touch the stars
arrange the template for your drawings
they belong to all of us
are meant to come, are meant to pass
fading with strong currents