Wednesday, November 16, 2011

November is half over and

They say
the grass grows
thick where a heart lands
where a soul spreads out into
deep fields that run up mountainsides

but in truth
all elevation
falls flat and still
next to you my secret
Ocean beneath
eternal Spring

Your waves pass deep and
wide
A morning's meditation 
a sleepy moon holding
weightless
as God

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13 comments:

Lady*♥*Fiona said...

This is SO beautiful! Really loved it :) I also love the title of your blog!

Best Wishes,
Fiona

rivercat said...

Hi Fiona, thanks for visiting and the nice comment :)

Madhulika said...

You painted a beautiful picture.... Loved it totally :)

Psycho Babbling Basher said...

An awesome creation River. Simply beautiful.

zonedin said...

Nice smile:~)

Whatever said...

but it's what we don't say,
what we can't say,
that keeps me up tonight.
Because if everything ends,
like this,
then what?
I'm watching
and listening
and feeling
and breathing
because I thought eternal bliss might be boring too.
God weighs heavy against the worth of my own soul
yet slips though my grasp like dust.

Krystal said...

Very Beautiful! I had such an image in my head through the duration of reading it. Thank you for posting!

Simran said...

but in truth
all elevation
falls flat and still
next to you my secret
Ocean beneath

Amazing! :)

roseanna2u said...

I love the way the moon floats in the morning sky. <3

Lettie said...

Beautiful... the first stanza is so very vivid to lead to the last - giving me a feeling of rising. Lovely. Absolutely lovely. :)

Nadya said...

lovely

zonedin said...

I want to swim in the ocean and feel the weightless dawn of a new day.

Jyoti Mishra said...

:) lovely n sweet !!!