Sunday, 14 October 2012


Lay your clouds
down on me
pushing me to the ground
almost not able to breath
unable to hear a sound

Rumbling of all around me
whisling in the air
sheets of long grass
pushing me
out of my despair

Clashing of the grey
covering over white
all the images before me
fill me and excite

Smells of old familar
rushing through my veins
once my ancestors walked
along these full trilled plaines

Never before the magic
that is lush with all of life
No need to cut the atmosphere
no need to wield your knife

My back feels all upon it
My shoulders carry much more
But this open wondering adventure
fills my hearts delight

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