What I Was There

Into the deep
Into the red, blue, orange heated sweep

There I went
cool rain-spray stiffen the hairs on my neck
There I step
where moss thickens and vines collect
There I brave
like the tomcat who keeps eyes steady

So I slept
in the tossled grove the Sun God’s treading
So I know
how air is tasting of honeyed sweets
So I feel
summer heat where maples are sweating

Out from slur
Out from the fey steeped dreams I stir
I am here…

4 Responses to “What I Was There”

  1. granola hata' Says:

    nice..not even a hint of depression. i am sooooo proud sis. u do have skillaz

  2. granola hata' Says:

    \:d/ i am bored wahoo………:-"

  3. DarkWolf Says:

    get to work then, and stop bother me! :d

  4. Hubert Hendricks Says:

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