I
and the sky
we are in
communion
sky watches over me
reaches down
to touch me
at the end
of day
at the end of time
the blue
and the gold
we are as one
and when the wind
hurls me
playing
right up into the air
I am dust
I fall back
to myself
and dry
to the very earth itself
I do not change
I turn my shape
into a dune
to roll around
beneath my friend
the sky
~
be still
hush now
I will not harm you
no mud
will I let sully
your golden sand
take my shells
my nacreous gift
take all my flotsam
shh
shh
I will sweep high
on you
I will sweep low
shh
shh
I have a home
for every grain of you
that blows away
or washes
from your rolling dune
be still
hush now
and when I rage
I rise to take you
in my water arms
piece by piece
and grain by grain by
crashing wave
tempest wave
that is when
I claim you
but for now
shh shh
be calm
roll around
beneath the sky
your friend
and when you roll
in the end
to where I am
you know
I
will be waiting
~
Poem #362 from a series of poems drawn from the imagination and collected as: a Bachelard reverie.
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BEAUTIFUL I love it.
it reads like a mini movie. You have a gift my friend. but then again you know that 🙂
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Cheers Tamaya. Thank you.
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