Sitting under the magnolia tree in late summer
The sky is a luminous crackle of varnish on an ancient vase.
I am staring up, staring through a creature’s veins,
innumerable shades of verdant gold
sap rushing into and out of cells,
botanical respiration humming
on just the other side
of sight and sound.
The tree says nothing
and I say nothing.
......
The embers of my life
Burnt a slow blue hue
As if they were aching for more fuel
I knew where I had to go
Towards you
A path I never knew I’d choose
But it just felt right
And still continues to do
You gave me the fuel
By the warmth of your hearth
......
To be a bird,
a beauty of nature.
Continuous skies, endless sights.
No limits, no Borders.
My peace would be as a bird.
sitting amongst scenes of peace and tranquility.
Sitting under the magnolia tree in late summer
The sky is a luminous crackle of varnish on an ancient vase.
I am staring up, staring through a creature’s veins,
innumerable shades of verdant gold
sap rushing into and out of cells,
botanical respiration humming
on just the other side
of sight and sound.
The tree says nothing
and I say nothing.
......
To be a bird,
a beauty of nature.
Continuous skies, endless sights.
No limits, no Borders.
My peace would be as a bird.
sitting amongst scenes of peace and tranquility.
The embers of my life
Burnt a slow blue hue
As if they were aching for more fuel
I knew where I had to go
Towards you
A path I never knew I’d choose
But it just felt right
And still continues to do
You gave me the fuel
By the warmth of your hearth
......