Wednesday, February 18, 2009


eyes locked as painting hangs
snowcaps, rock, and sky
apples held still in gravity’s grasp
roses sighing to the sun

rust and timber, ‘retired from shiny’
but offer aged elegance
clouds, the scarves of ancients
raindrop’s kisses soften wounds

nature/life dance wildly with winds
feeling gentle whispers
lakes of glass holding secrets
witness everything, tell nothing

silence blankets like heavy fog
clamour diffused
soul resurfaces from the deep
inhales; deep breath -


1 comment:

Fionn McCarthy said...

you are a raindrop's kiss gav, that was beautiful to read and then i purity.AHHHHHHHHHHH i like that nature and life are one and you really made all those senses real, taking me away from the claustrophobic stifling room i am in now, thanksx