Movement

 

 

Standing still,

We move

In constant flux

The stars above begin to change

As spring fades to fall

Falling asleep till winter stirs

Up is down and we could all

Slip into endless pace

If Mother did not hold us down

To her bosom

Protecting her children

 

Author's Note

Cp. 2:22AM Tue 08/05/08 NM no flow, I see this imagine in my head, fine, throat, late tired, candlelight write (Written, Sylph)