Wednesday, November 25, 2015

A Wild Light

Where the wind becomes manifest
ever widening points of stars and circles scatter on the sea
and a lone but happy boat passes out far

The reverie of dusk arrives
akin to floating in a warm pool, to an opiate glide
and the darkness caresses with softness all desires

You will find her
the child of another world living in your heart
peeping through her fingers with a wide uninhibited smile

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