Sunday, 2 December 2012

Crimson Tides

Crimson tides of light
filtering its way through
tunnels of vast devide
singing natures tune

Walking along the wood
balance in perfect tune
grass that grabs
your feet

Tucking in to the light
of the moon
shadows on the bark
rub away the dust

Dancing sparkles
lost and on the run
Gushing warmth
fills the openess
of centred home
walking along
feeling all alone

Noise it does not come
wilderness is numb
as night time falls
movement it stalls

As blooms of that day
turn night skies away
all that it surrounds
leaves a natural vibrant sound

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