i laugh so greenly in tree spirits
to spring me the balloon man
and whistled for them afar
and almost beyond
as i jumped away and sank
in almost total wilderness
and tried to think but could not
as i saw the ant so busy
yet could not tell
as all ants hurried
to wheresoever they dwell
i waved not as my feet sank
deep in the soils of the river bank
to sand me a foot
and shoot
no blank
much further out
and about
than you could actually mouth
me out
as i laugh so greenly without
fear but flashed around no corner
as i sat by the rocks in honor
of the shepherd and the donor
of life,
to not a stone by the sun; a loner
like not born yet,
been long on order
though so unknown to you,
could not bother
to roar on feelings of the other
as i faded so gentle
into the night for another
laugh so greenly with my eyes further
yet not so sure how yet but rather
for i knew not a man without purpose
nor do i now without a cause
neither of mine i not suppose
to assume a run across the most
of my thoughts to force
and seduced my eyes without cause
as i laugh(ed) so greenly my resource
steadily waving my eyes goodbye
to wake the next light; sweet lullaby
set my soul and mood so high
and laugh(ed) a dry tear on my eye
without a why
as i laugh(ed) so greenly for a while
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book: 'hands of hope'
year: august 2012
book no.9 of 2012
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