Weathering wordsA Poem by Robinfinding meaning
most never notice wingless angels who sit near fountains who without words split clouds to let you peer into the meaning of gold imagining thrones and tilted crowns as the cat-eyed sun stares you bow and shake your head
and you blink -
because the stars suddenly appear as a moth queries a parking lot light and you feel the wind dip its sable brush into rainpuddle shimmers and I shiver stepping into star beams feeling each pinprick of light lost in time
and up there I noticed seraphs swimming in the ether of night the fountain bubbled sweetly and I turned to listen to its song to see a wingless angel who without words let me find the meaning of gold
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Added on May 22, 2011Last Updated on May 22, 2011 AuthorRobinCAAboutI am a man , I breathe nature , I listen to the stars , I speak dream , music is my life blood , my words pour from my heart . I observe , my hands express . Feel my words , look as deeply into yo.. more..Writing
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