The sitting poems 24

 

I am
certain.

in you.

is the 
indigo
of night
bleeding.

the washing 
of evening
clouds
across
a half 
filled
Chablis
moon.

the running
of a 
Caliente
tempest
wind
over a
distant
nomad
dune.

I am 
certain.

in you.

is the
rest
between
the beats
of a
humming bird's
heart.

The open
lip kiss
of a Juliet
in search
of a fairy tale
ending.

and a
river's
song
whispers
your name.

and the 
earth holds
you in
consciousness
and peace
in it's 
womb.

to someday
to be
born
to me
again.

child
to the sky.

no longer 

wandering

through the

night.

a time 

when 
in you.

is everything

to me..


 

 

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Nicola Beckett

Fri 1st Jun 2018 18:24

Beautiful write.....

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