the vaulted marble sky
the moss we step onwalking on clouds
the light through the trees
sun rays shrouded in black
a bird shrieks
yellow stars on the forest floor
can we make love amidst arnica?
how come i think i'm alive?
when heaven is here
gentle ever so gently
you are entering me
Jeez...
ReplyDeleteDo you ever live in Paradise!
Your beautiful naturalness, and your beautiful words are a treasure to behold.
Excellent 55...Katrin.
I assume that it is you and not Annie that writes these. If I am wrong just set me straight OK.
You both Rock for inviting me into your world, Thank you so much, and have a Kick Ass Week-End....Galen
sounds like you got a little heaven on earth...nice 55...it breathes peace...
ReplyDeletethanks guys!
ReplyDeletenature is often, so much more, isn't it? i just walked out of work, 9pm. grey building. locked doors. fart fart. end to day. stomp it out. and then. and then i looked up, and there is a ridge, an escarpment really, that rides the horizon opposite where i work, and the sun was forced through some clouds, filtered through and intensified, and i just stopped there dribbling on my collar. it was so fricken beautiful. what a shame i spent the day in such a grey place. outside is always better.
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erin