uttering wind; a place where a dream has led through sunlight or
the denseness of trees and arrived at evensong or an edge of mist
where light and moisture nudge in a gesture like hands mimicking birds
swooping between the mutterings heard in the stillness of flowers
alighting for a moment in a mantra of spoken names, of faith
of spoken rain
Monday, 18 July 2011
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