I can tell you the path that is hidden,
But can not touch it's ground
Ever since I was born.
An inconsistent eye spot intricacy.
Foot meadowed, tree sprouted,
Hurdler in motion.
It’s been waiting
Here on the stair
For a new friend,
But there is only she
With bow and arrow.
Bug net water shoes in
A world of one that
Wants to share this love
Ever since I was born.
Giving away true light to
Hands that cannot hold the water.
They cannot hold the water.
Passing dreams by way of stream.
Tops of daisies in a mud puddle.
Heartbeats been waiting for another
Soul dance.
Watches that honey bug
Dervish dance
With lily and heron
From a moon lit swing.
© Sonja J. Phinney 1986 for Koyo Marrow.
Friday, August 05, 2005
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