DreamLikeA Poem by OxfordA though captured in time.
Wind picked at my hair. Brushing at my skin, softly teasing me. My fingers absently played with the tall wheat like grass. I stood alone on the hill, I and God. Trees a bright green in the dusk. The sun hastened toward the horizon, darkness stole quickly across my sky and I looked up smelling rain. I wondered what was cooking, almost hearing the smell and seeing the taste inside my head. I spun. A slight thing in time, inconsequential against the might of creation. My body bowed to gravity and I fell, to soft acceptance, the grass a lush mat. I rolled over onto my stomach and lay my head upon my arms, closed my eyes and dreamt of sunflowers swaying in the wind, water lapping at my toes like a shy puppy. Soft peachy clouds adrift. Sweet baby smiles and caramel kisses. My lips moved, unbidden, forming a rush of sunrise across my face. I thought of charming old men and impetuous, rough little boys. © 2009 OxfordReviews
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4 Reviews Added on August 2, 2009 Last Updated on August 2, 2009 AuthorOxfordHereAboutAn eternally acquiring mind, layman terms, bothersomely curious. A terrible speller (thank GOD for spell check!!) A fair writer, but aren't we all. Soon to be shrink. Not shallow to my woe and ple.. more..Writing
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