September 13, 2017

sensible

tongue of the wafting breeze
over a sea of ripened wheat
arcadian flood of light
beneath the hands of summer

our sunrise rivers
grazing flowering pastures
birthplace for liquid moons
coalescing in starstreams.


(for D.)

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

may starstreams be healing to you, your heart deserves it, dear Martin. hugs~

Martin said...

You're so kind ~ may you as well recognise the soul who radiates them : ))

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