Thursday, May 3, 2012

Day #8

This blog has survived for a week! :) I've been looking forward to summer a lot recently, so here's a poem that makes me think of summer. It's very old, I think from July 2009.

We sit
in the tree,
on the sand,
on the bed in the room
the wind is shushing
our worries away
the waves are pounding,
pulling back,
pounding, pulling back
emotions spill over
and we pull them quickly back
nothing can disturb
the hot sun and bright sky.
The wind is shushing away
our worries and
all worries quickly fade
the rustling leaves
and yellow-green sunlight
casts a warm veil over
the tree, our tree
our tree where we are queens.
Darkness flows in
through the window
tickles our feet
the room slowly enlarges until
we see the whole world
in it's ceiling.


Kelia

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