Sand Dust and Mud Holes
The sweetness of smiles reveals
cornered wrinkles in moon shape,
And the tenderness of radiating skin
amidst shadows of moments shared.
Dreamnt or real, in the end
there remains more unspoken words
and un-kissed lips,
than pine needles on a fall morning.
Yet we drive, on such a comet,
through sand dust and mud holes,
like Crickets on Water Lilies.
A pund of reflection for the lower branches,
while higher leaves root the sky.
Hold the earth on your shoulders
and your heart in a strap,
lungs openly breathing and
your mind expanded.
Penetrate.
cornered wrinkles in moon shape,
And the tenderness of radiating skin
amidst shadows of moments shared.
Dreamnt or real, in the end
there remains more unspoken words
and un-kissed lips,
than pine needles on a fall morning.
Yet we drive, on such a comet,
through sand dust and mud holes,
like Crickets on Water Lilies.
A pund of reflection for the lower branches,
while higher leaves root the sky.
Hold the earth on your shoulders
and your heart in a strap,
lungs openly breathing and
your mind expanded.
Penetrate.