Concerning Our Weary Limbs... more »
In all sight touch taste smell
I have known you.... more »
As existence is a tapestry
So have I begun
With colors of and of not... more »
It was called red; it was
Vehement softenings upon such
Strands of life did Her terms of endearment... more »
Is to dream
With Death as a lucidity.
No more will time make... more »
O sweet envelopment of vine,
Warming me heavily with (wonder) damp
Lilacs and soft dew underneath my feet;
I am nakedly clothed by the rain from your bow... more »
O delicate instrument of patience
That sews herself the seeds of life
Two by two behind her past.
Thou answers only with silence as... more »
Concerning Our Weary Limbs
You are invulnerable as I stare intently upwards;
Wishing (more than what is warmth or shade) to conquer you.
Determined to discover your cleverly hidden beginning;
And whispers “To find one should be amazing enough.”
You and I have begun our marvelous intricate scales and descents.
(There is no longer a Below, you are made of thousands of patterns of
Which I must make my own; and I will not ascend you – wonderfully Anew, I know with the wrong or the simple.)
You are, I imagine, growing tired. You will ...