I give you the
solitude
Of my heart,
Hoping it may blossom into
A wild bouquet of flowers , into a sudden buzz of cicadas,
Or the sound of ocean waves
Against some lost shore at night.
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I give you the
solitude
Of my heart,
Hoping it may blossom into
A wild bouquet of flowers , into a sudden buzz of cicadas,
Or the sound of ocean waves
Against some lost shore at night.
Let us Rest
Dark blue stripe,
Red stripe
Light azure blue above,
Silver sliver,
hanging on the azure blue
and Orion’s jeweled belt
up and to the right.
Time with a 5 and 6
in it .
The coming of 7
in heaven.
Let us rest now,
close our eyes,
and fall into
a deep and
unawakened
sleep
to the chirps of birds
as planes
fall fast
and close
into our Earhart
dreams.
From “Eyes of The Artist” by PWChaltas