Never been trapped like this before
she could kill us we suppose
we're ages from the Pacific's shore
but she's got such a cute nose
We're head over heels for her you know
we wouldn't escape her cage of rose
as dew slips down the petals
of a lily on fresh lain grave
or a pyre's ash in feathers
floating softly to the ground
moments of silence are sanctified
not the din of thundering clouds
two figures dance in silent duet
the sounds of wind footsteps and breath
one topples over the other receives
and swan-like in the dark'ning eve
both do rise in Moonlight's glow
two hearts linked forevermore
spring deliver us a river
to snake on down the hills below
a torrent fit for a thousand years ago
when this bleak heaven bloomed before
a lush and verdant viny bosque
rainbow trees every few darn feet
we would walk without umbrella
naked down the street
Wednesday, February 23, 2022
Light Brights Sid Bitty
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