
As if I hear the air,
Your voice drifting into me
I like the way you drift
Into my mind…all the time
I like the way your voice
Speaks to me, inside my head
As if you’re there
Forgotten words appear fresh
sweet blooms
bursting with life
On branches, gnarled bark sings
It’s message of time
Resounding mantra of life’s cycles
Expanding…in all directions,
all dimensions
Then contracting back again
to the beginning
Let it go, let it go
Waves keep crashing onto the shore
washing the sand,
Flowing with each wave
Every single grain
My hands placed together
I like the way you drift
Into my mind…all the time
1 comment:
Your poem embraces us warmly
This poem awkes voice in mind
Beautiful poem brings something
important to mind
Thank you
Quince
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